An unexplained plague sweeps across the city. The infected will lose consciousness in a short period of time and become a body with only predatory instincts remaining.
Li Zheng escaped from the occupied hospital with his eight-year-old daughter Lin Lin, who had a high fever, and hid in a clothing store on the pedestrian street with a glass door that could not be locked. In the small changing room, he clutched a carpenter's hammer and listened to the roars and screams outside the door, waiting for his fate to come. The intruders were not zombies, but the young woman Su Qiao and her niece Xiaoman who were also on the run - four strangers crowded into a compartment of less than one square meter, with only a thin curtain above their heads.
Dusk was approaching, and the last message on my wife's cell phone read, "Come to us." From this street to the east of the city, it was originally a forty-minute drive, but now it was separated by an entire collapsed world. Lin Lin's body temperature was still rising.
Outside the door is death approaching step by step, and inside the door is the glimmer of humanity that has not been extinguished in the desperate situation. An apocalyptic plague reveals not only the horror of infection, but also the fragile trust that ordinary people entrust to each other when civilization collapses, and the stubborn courage to move forward despite knowing that the way forward is bleak.
Purpose: Doomsday themes often ask the same question: When the order of civilization disintegrates, what is left for people?
What I want to write about is not an extraordinary hero, not a savior who fights one against a hundred, but the most ordinary ordinary people - a father who just wants to keep his daughter alive, a young woman hiding around with her niece in her arms, and two children who learn to be quiet in fear. They have no weapons, no plans, and no chance of winning. The only thing they have is a little trust in each other that may be broken at any time.