#One second, he was picking up ganja takeout downstairs, and was bitten through the carotid artery by the security guard who suddenly went crazy; the next second, he was back to 10 minutes ago, still holding the life-threatening phone call in his hand, and the piece of ancient jade on his chest was shockingly hot.
The end of the world comes without warning. Heavy rains flooded the city, and mutations spread like a plague. The infected are no longer mindless walking zombies. They tease their prey in tall buildings like cats, and imitate human paddling in floods like otters... Yang Tianyuan found that the world in his eyes had cracked. At the crossroads of life and death, he could always hear the whispers of help in his ears. In order to survive, Yang Tianyuan decided to be an inconspicuous "denominator" who obeyed the state's command and mixed in the torrent of evacuation steel to survive. By the way, I'll bring along that sweetheart who lives next door who only knows how to read, He Bing.
Until that escape. Yang Tianyuan was lost in those chaotic "dotted lines" in extreme fear, trembling. A pair of hot hands covered his eyes, and He Bing's voice was terrifyingly calm amid the roaring tide of corpses: "Don't look at things that don't exist." "Look at me." "Little bird, as long as I'm here, your future will only have one path."
——He thought he was taking advantage of his love, but little did he know that the hunter had already opened his gentle net and had been waiting for a long time.
The intention: to find a sure way of survival in the collapsing and disorderly future, and to express that love is the only eternal constant in the apocalypse.
