On the day when the zombies broke out, Lin Mo didn't awaken his powers, pick up a system, or have mysterious parents fall from the sky.
He was just a social beast who had been scolded by his boss for three years. He ran into Doomsday while squeezing the subway. He ran into an unfinished building on two legs and locked the iron door with his backhand.
A box of water. Five packs of compressed biscuits. A fire ax purchased online.
This is all his possessions. It is also his only trump card in this collapsed world.
It took him twelve days to learn to stop shaking his hands. It took me three months to learn to fight for others. It took me a whole book to finally figure out one thing——
Living is not about becoming the strongest person.
But to become the person who can still defend himself in the ruins.
There is no system. No powers. There is no cool article template.
There was just an ordinary person, a lame dog, and a group of people dragging each other forward.
This is their story.
