Reborn in the second year of the apocalypse, Jiang Che remembered only two things:
First, there was something in the water. Drink it and you’d die.
Second, the quiet one-armed man at the relay station was himself.
But he couldn’t remember how he had died in his previous life. All he remembered was a slip of paper covered in strange patterns in his arms as he died.
This time, he reached Huiping Relay Station early, only to discover that the patterns on the paper had already spread across the station residents’ skin.
The plague had broken out early.
Someone had arrived at the station before him.
And that person, on the other side of the wall, was chasing the same answer as he was.
