On the third day of the fungal outbreak, the temperature settled into the forties.
The survivors discovered that fungi that were originally afraid of heat began to evolve crazily. They devoured everything, parasitized the human body, and formed webs.
And my opposite door has also become such a monster.
His cold fingers touched my neck: "Why are you the only one who is not infected?"
I looked at the hyphae spreading behind him, "Maybe it's because I'm infecting you."
Tips:
1. Micro-gram series, micro-horror, pseudo-science fiction, wasteland progress. It's a formal place, please don't bring it in randomly.
2. Strong and have a large number of manuscripts saved.
Purpose: Protect the environment that humans rely on for survival.
