The Days When I Was Alive

In this world, injury is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that your wounds will never heal. Ethan Ward's bloody illness is this disease. The skin is harder than ordinary people, but once it is broken, the bleeding cannot be stopped. If you want to survive, you have to lie down in the company's repair warehouse. Five hundred at a time. He was only twenty-five after one day's work. So he could only wear yellow overalls like the 120,000 bloody slaves and trade his life for time in a dangerous factory. Once injured, one owes a debt. One more time, one more debt. Days are like a wound that has been torn open repeatedly and will never scab. Until Ethan discovered that this was not a disease at all. It's something that companies hand-write into their genes for the sake of profit. Even the medicine given out every day is to make them bleed more. He wanted to turn over. Steal money, disguise yourself, and break into the hospital with two coworkers to steal the machine that can prove everything. But the company took action earlier than them. After the gunfire, some people fell down and some ran for their lives. There are only two ways left for Ethan: continue to bleed, or become the person who makes 120,000 people bleed.