The Tomorrow After Season 2: "Humanity, Return to the City" Prize Submission Contest Opens Today!

01 This is the 186th day since I joined Happy 101 and the 43rd day since I returned to Levin City. Originally, my ability was not enough to join the advance team. It was only because I had gone to school in Levin City and was familiar with the environment here that I was selected as an exception. Before the disaster, I was a student in the Chinese Department, and my ambition was to be a writer. In the days when the disaster broke out, I happened to go to the countryside to collect scenery, so I had a lucky escape. My classmates, however, cannot escape the bad luck. In crowded places like schools, hospitals, and residential areas, the infection spreads very quickly, and almost no one survives. I wandered alone in the wild for a while. I was so thin that I was almost inhuman. I spent every day in fear and loneliness. It wasn't until Far Star City that I saw humans for the first time in the apocalypse. However, the tall man did not lend a helping hand to me. Instead, he tried to rob me of my supplies. I ran away, exhausted, until I was rescued by Rachel who happened to be passing by. After that, things fell into place. I joined Happy 101 and the camp on Rachel's recommendation, and lived a relatively stable life. Life here is not easy, and there is always endless work to do, but at least I can have enough food, clothing, and friends to chat with. The plan to return to Levin City is very controversial. Those who support it believe that there are a lot of supplies we need there, especially medicines; those who oppose it believe that the risk is too great. After all, they have not been back for a year and no one knows the specific situation there. In the end, the Yes faction won with a slight advantage. Ingrid of the Leopard Squad served as the advance team leader and selected three people from each camp to form a 67-man advance team as the vanguard force returning to Levin City. Among the people selected in our camp, besides me, there are also Dr. Xu and Lao Guan. Dr. Xu is a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She lost contact with her family after the disaster broke out. She helped many injured patients in the camp and was very respected. Lao Guan is a truck driver in his forties. He is rude and irritable and difficult to get along with. The reason why he was selected is that he is brave and careful, and he is very good at dealing with zombies. I didn't know either of them well at the camp. I only had contact with a few girls of the same age. However, after spending time together in Levin City, I became somewhat impressed with both of them. On the contrary, apart from guiding the team in the beginning, I never played any important role. The streets have not yet been completely cleared of zombies, and I am not confident that I can protect myself outdoors, so I can only do chores like cooking and laundry indoors. Every night when other people came back from going out, they would talk loudly about what they had seen during the day, and I could only serve them meals silently. The feeling of depression enveloped me all the time. 02 Lao Guan has always looked down on me. What he often says is: "Studying is the most damn useless thing!" In normal times, lawyers, translators, and writers are all very respectable professions, but in the end of the world, these are the most useless skills. Here, there is no need to quote legal provisions, and no one will discuss literature. The end of the world requires more practical skills. People in the apocalypse are divided into three categories. The first category is people with certain practical skills, such as doctors, policemen, farmers or mechanics. These people are the most popular. The second category is people with good physical fitness who can fight zombies, mainly adult men. These people are the main fighting force in each camp. The third category is ordinary women like me, who have neither practical skills nor a strong body. They are often looked down upon in the apocalypse, and can only be said to be "sluggish". Sometimes I hate myself, why I chose a major like the Chinese Department, which will be of no use in the end of the world. However, who could have foreseen the end of the world? Lao Guan's taunts from time to time annoyed me. After he once criticized my cooking for being unpalatable, I finally couldn't help but explode. "I know it's hard for you to go out to find supplies, but I'm never idle in the house, and I work from morning to night! I'm just a student, I'm not a chef. I've done my best to cook, what more do you want from me!" Lao Guan was stunned for a moment, maybe he didn't expect that a little girl like me would get angry, and then he yelled at me rudely: "You are just doing some housework, even a kid can do it, but we are risking our lives outside to fight zombies, what you are doing is nothing!" When his companions saw this, they quickly broke up the fight. Lao Guan wanted to say a few words, but Doctor Xu stopped him. Dr. Xu was very prestigious and no one stopped her talking. Lao Guan glared at me angrily and turned away. At night, Dr. Xu came to sleep next to me and enlightened me for a while. She told me that everyone has their own value and contributes to the team, so don't take Lao Guan's words to heart. I promised her verbally, but my mood was still very low. I couldn't help but ask myself: Am I really valuable? 03 As the situation in Levin gradually stabilizes, more people arrive by helicopter to participate in the city's recovery work. There were also some women and children among them. The women shared part of my work, and I used my spare time to teach the children how to read. When Lao Guan saw it, he looked disdainful again: "To teach them how to read, why not teach them how to use a gun? Can you kill zombies if you can read a few more words?" I didn't want to argue with him and continued to teach my children how to read. The woman next to me spoke for me: "Brother, you can't say that. Look at how talented Dr. Xu is. Didn't he learn it from studying? There are also those who repair machines and identify plants. They are all seen in books. We can't keep fighting zombies. One day, the world will restore order, and the children will have to go to college." Lao Guan snorted, as if he was not convinced. With the arrival of winter, the temperature gradually drops. Fortunately, there was a young man who knew mechanics who connected the hand-cranked generator and the electric heater together, and everyone just took turns cranking the generator every night. But the good times did not last long. One night the electric heater broke down and there was a lack of relevant parts for repair. Everyone had to wear old cotton-padded jackets and huddle together to keep warm. Several younger children were making noisy noises because they couldn't stand the cold. One even cried loudly in his mother's arms and couldn't be coaxed. The young mother apologized apologetically to everyone. Although everyone didn't mean to blame, they felt impatient. The small space was filled with the cries of children, and people could not rest. Lao Guan was kind-hearted and coaxed the child with candies he had scrounged from nowhere. The little boy only stopped for a short time after eating the candy, and then started making trouble again. I thought telling stories might distract the kids, but I had never spoken in public, so I took a few deep breaths and gathered my courage. "There is such a story. Once upon a time, there was an adventurous girl. She had fiery red hair, was very strong, and liked to joke. She wore black socks on one foot and brown socks on the other. Her name was..." At this point I deliberately stopped. The crying child stopped crying and the noisy child stopped making noise. They all looked at me eagerly and asked me anxiously what her name was. "My name is Pippi Longstocking. One day, she was kneading dough on the floor to make biscuits..." I continued, although with a smile on my face, I felt a little disappointed in my heart. This is my favorite fairy tale: "Pippi Longstocking". I have read it no less than ten times. But I haven't read a book for a long time, and I almost forgot that I still have a dream of being a writer. Not long after I talked, several children fell asleep. The adults all breathed a sigh of relief and thanked me softly. I stopped talking, wrapped myself up in quilt and was about to fall asleep, when out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Lao Guan looking at me, with less contempt in his eyes. I sighed softly, closed my eyes and fell asleep. 04 In the following life, in addition to daily housework and teaching children to read, I had another task: writing a speech for Ingrid. Because there are more and more residents in Levin City, Ingrid, as the actual person in charge, decided to give a speech every week in order to strengthen management and guidance. The content of the speech included the recovery situation of Levin City, the current situation of Happy 101 and the latest trends of the Science and Technology Association. Of course, the main purpose is to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm for work and bring hope to everyone in the last days. Ingrid is a good fighter, but not a good speaker. Her first speech was dull, and people began to leave halfway through. Later, she heard that I was engaged in writing and asked me to help write speeches. This is my first time writing something in the apocalypse, and I am very determined to complete this task. I was thinking about it when I was chopping vegetables, I was thinking about it when I was doing laundry, and I was thinking about it after I went to bed. The second speech was a great success. Everyone kept applauding. I stood behind the crowd and lowered my head and smiled, as if the writer's dream floated back to my chest. The relationship between me and Lao Guan has also eased a lot. Once when he passed by me, he whispered something that was well written. I thought I heard it wrong. When I looked back at him, I found that he was looking at me fiercely. I discovered this guy wasn't as bad as I thought he was. Under the leadership of Ingrid, we cleared out the zombies in the hospital, and everyone was busy moving the medicines back to their residences. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Lao Guan and I were assigned together. We both felt a little uncomfortable and silently moved our things to our residence. Halfway through, we suddenly encountered a zombie we had never seen before. It was as tall as two stories and had disgusting tentacles on its back. I was so frightened that I froze in place. Lao Guan took my hand and ran into the building. The medicine spilled all over the floor, making a squeaking sound under the zombies' feet. This new type of zombie seemed to have some kind of intelligence and was chasing us so hard that we hid behind the shelves in the mall without even daring to breathe. It seemed that it would not give up until it found us. It used its huge tentacles to sweep down the shelves. In a panic, Lao Guan pulled me and hid in the fitting room. Zombies were beating wildly outside the fitting room, and the door panel was shaking and was about to collapse. Lao Guan took out the parts from his pocket to assemble the gun and prepared to rush out and fight it to the death. I suddenly remembered the information Ingrid had shared before: "A new terrorist virus is brewing in Levin City." I grabbed Lao Guan's arm and said loudly: "Don't go out. This is a new type of zombie. Anti-infection drugs are useless. If you go out, you will die!" Lao Guan opened my arm and said: "It is better to die alone than two people." "That's my death. You will be more useful to everyone. Give me the gun quickly!" I said as I grabbed Lao Guan's gun. Lao Guan pushed me away, pointed at my nose and shouted: "You must not go out!" After saying that, he opened the door and rushed out. I hid in the small fitting room and was helpless. There was a mixture of gunfire and the roar of zombies outside. I don't know how long it took, but it became quiet outside. I walked out of the fitting room cautiously and saw Lao Guan lying on the ground covered in blood. I knelt beside Lao Guan, tears falling on him one by one. Lao Guan gave me an ugly smile: "The apocalypse will end one day, and people will live the same life as before. At that time... People like you will be needed... To rebuild civilization..." Lao Guan's voice became weaker and weaker. I pressed my ear closely to Lao Guan's mouth, trying to hear the rest of his words. "Don't forget to include me... In... The story..."

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In the first year and seven days after the apocalypse broke out, the shelter renovated by the escapees in the mountains and forests completely collapsed. All of this was an uncontrollable accident that happened while fighting the infected. "Did you hear Friday?" "What did you hear?" The young man known as Friday had dark eyes. He reluctantly took out a cigarette that had lost its butt from the pocket of his tattered pants. After the apocalypse, he no longer cared about these unimportant things. He chose the still intact side and put it in his mouth, lit the match, and after choking, he said something that was not the answer to the question. "Look behind you." Friday sat on the empty ammunition box and motioned to his surviving companions to take a look at the shelter they spent several months rebuilding. It has now been destroyed and collapsed by the infected monsters. Looking at the ruins of the shelter, with the corpses of their companions scattered here and there, everyone was speechless. After a while, someone asked: "What should we do next?" Someone spoke first, and others gradually became more confused. "Should we go for it?" "Are you crazy? We have children here, we can't take them with us to take risks in Levin City!" "Our supplies are also running low. Who knows if these monsters will attack again!" "Friday, rebuild this, we can start over again." There was a lot of noise around him, and Friday was in a trance. I don't know whether it was because he was exhausted from not having a rest for more than thirty hours in a row, or because the cigarette he just smoked was too strong and gave him some nicotine poisoning. He seemed to be hallucinating. In the din of disagreement among his companions, he seemed to see again the day when it all began. The successive car accidents on the road, the screams of people running away, the cries of children, and the pools of blood on the ground seemed like a dream that happened yesterday. As a police officer, he and his colleagues covered the evacuation of people. Monsters with humanoid shapes or no humanoid shapes are approaching step by step, with blue crystals buried in their bodies. Their roars and agitation become brighter and brighter, but paired with a terrifying face, they only make people feel cold and piercing fear. Until night, he and some people found a small supermarket to take shelter. At the beginning, he could still communicate with his colleagues outside. Fortunately, there was no shortage of food and toilets here. If it was only for a few days, he could still endure it. Ordinary people were anxious and constantly searching for information on the Internet. After a few days, his police walkie-talkie only had a busy tone and no one answered. There were only the roars of unknown creatures and the occasional human cry of pain, and... The sound of blood blocking the trachea and making it impossible to breathe. After that, the well-dressed host on the TV who advised everyone to wait calmly disappeared, leaving only the machine running, reflecting the color of no one. The international exchange website exploded because of this, and was barely functioning. Everyone stared at the screen for a day and found that no area that could connect to the signal seemed to be spared. It only took less than ten days for society to collapse. They all huddled in the supermarket and had their own thoughts. Some were going to find their families to confirm that they were safe, and some were on the road to escape alone. His parents were traveling thousands of miles away, so it was better to let nature take its course than to look for a needle in a haystack. He thought that he might be a naturally callous person, and he didn't feel much sentimentality when faced with family members whose life or death was unknown, and he didn't feel much emotion when faced with other people's cries for help. His identity as a police officer attracted a small number of people who were eager for protection. He did not refuse and never refused. He always tried his best to do what he could. Because he knew that he was not cold-blooded, he just lost the sense of living after the apocalypse, but he knew that his blood was hot, and his heartbeat hidden under his chest was beating powerfully. He's alive, at least for now. Friday looked at them arguing, and a sneer unconsciously appeared on his lips. It was not absolutely sarcastic, but he suddenly realized... Ah, in fact, it was just a group of pitiful people gathered together now. Now they all survived, and only they survived. But they can't just survive. "All quiet!" After Friday shouted these words, everyone stopped arguing and watched what their leader would say. "Rebuilding is not realistic. We have no manpower and material resources. Our position has been exposed. When will they come next? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? How long can we persist here? You all heard it through the radio. Arthur from Levin City said that they have evolved. Even if we rebuild, how long can we persist?" "Then let's just take what we can and rush to Levin City while collecting things on the road?" The middle-aged man with only one arm hugged the child tightly in his arms, with tears in his eyes that refused to fall, "We can't, we can't take the child to die." "I never take risks with my children when things may be gone forever." Friday's face showed no emotion, but his eyes were full of determination. "But this is an opportunity." "We should save our homeland, we will be the pioneers! We will be the icebreakers!" "I hope that in Levin City, we can do our best to stay alive, and we can also risk our lives for a better future!" "Success, this will be glory. Failure, this will be glory!" This speech was impassioned, but he could barely count with two hands the number of people who were willing to go with him in the end. Friday looked around quietly, walked silently to the two youngest people, pressed their hands down, and pretended that nothing happened. They still found a lot of usable supplies from the collapsed houses, but a small amount of supplements still couldn't fill the vacancies. Friday and his companions tacitly took only the minimum food and ammunition necessary for survival. They would always find new supplies on the way to Levin City. When leaving, the child who was supposed to be in the arms of the middle-aged man stumbled towards him, murmuring and calling out unintelligibly: "Day, day." It sounds like the abbreviation of Daddy. Friday held her outstretched hand, matched her pace, led her back step by step, and finally picked her up and placed her in the arms of the middle-aged man. Friday kissed the child on the forehead and said to the middle-aged man: "You have to protect our future." The middle-aged man wanted to hug him one last time, but his only hand was taken by the cute child. Friday didn't give him a chance to hug him and turned around. Before they walked away, the middle-aged man asked: "We will go home, right?" Friday didn't bother to turn around, picked up the walkie-talkie pinned in his breast pocket, waved it in the air, and motioned for them to turn on the device too. The machine buzzed, and only one sentence was heard inside. "I will find you and tell you we can go home." Levin City in the distance is where hope lies. It's time for them to go home when they are lost.

In the first year and seven days after the apocalypse broke out, the shelter renovated by the escapees in the mountains and forests completely collapsed. All of this was an uncontrollable accident that happened while fighting the infected. "Did you hear Friday?" "What did you hear?" The young man known as Friday had dark eyes. He reluctantly took out a cigarette that had lost its butt from the pocket of his tattered pants. After the apocalypse, he no longer cared about these unimportant things. He chose the still intact side and put it in his mouth, lit the match, and after choking, he said something that was not the answer to the question. "Look behind you." Friday sat on the empty ammunition box and motioned to his surviving companions to take a look at the shelter they spent several months rebuilding. It has now been destroyed and collapsed by the infected monsters. Looking at the ruins of the shelter, with the corpses of their companions scattered here and there, everyone was speechless. After a while, someone asked: "What should we do next?" Someone spoke first, and others gradually became more confused. "Should we go for it?" "Are you crazy? We have children here, we can't take them with us to take risks in Levin City!" "Our supplies are also running low. Who knows if these monsters will attack again!" "Friday, rebuild this, we can start over again." There was a lot of noise around him, and Friday was in a trance. I don't know whether it was because he was exhausted from not having a rest for more than thirty hours in a row, or because the cigarette he just smoked was too strong and gave him some nicotine poisoning. He seemed to be hallucinating. In the din of disagreement among his companions, he seemed to see again the day when it all began. The successive car accidents on the road, the screams of people running away, the cries of children, and the pools of blood on the ground seemed like a dream that happened yesterday. As a police officer, he and his colleagues covered the evacuation of people. Monsters with humanoid shapes or no humanoid shapes are approaching step by step, with blue crystals buried in their bodies. Their roars and agitation become brighter and brighter, but paired with a terrifying face, they only make people feel cold and piercing fear. Until night, he and some people found a small supermarket to take shelter. At the beginning, he could still communicate with his colleagues outside. Fortunately, there was no shortage of food and toilets here. If it was only for a few days, he could still endure it. Ordinary people were anxious and constantly searching for information on the Internet. After a few days, his police walkie-talkie only had a busy tone and no one answered. There were only the roars of unknown creatures and the occasional human cry of pain, and... The sound of blood blocking the trachea and making it impossible to breathe. After that, the well-dressed host on the TV who advised everyone to wait calmly disappeared, leaving only the machine running, reflecting the color of no one. The international exchange website exploded because of this, and was barely functioning. Everyone stared at the screen for a day and found that no area that could connect to the signal seemed to be spared. It only took less than ten days for society to collapse. They all huddled in the supermarket and had their own thoughts. Some were going to find their families to confirm that they were safe, and some were on the road to escape alone. His parents were traveling thousands of miles away, so it was better to let nature take its course than to look for a needle in a haystack. He thought that he might be a naturally callous person, and he didn't feel much sentimentality when faced with family members whose life or death was unknown, and he didn't feel much emotion when faced with other people's cries for help. His identity as a police officer attracted a small number of people who were eager for protection. He did not refuse and never refused. He always tried his best to do what he could. Because he knew that he was not cold-blooded, he just lost the sense of living after the apocalypse, but he knew that his blood was hot, and his heartbeat hidden under his chest was beating powerfully. He's alive, at least for now. Friday looked at them arguing, and a sneer unconsciously appeared on his lips. It was not absolutely sarcastic, but he suddenly realized... Ah, in fact, it was just a group of pitiful people gathered together now. Now they all survived, and only they survived. But they can't just survive. "All quiet!" After Friday shouted these words, everyone stopped arguing and watched what their leader would say. "Rebuilding is not realistic. We have no manpower and material resources. Our position has been exposed. When will they come next? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? How long can we persist here? You all heard it through the radio. Arthur from Levin City said that they have evolved. Even if we rebuild, how long can we persist?" "Then let's just take what we can and rush to Levin City while collecting things on the road?" The middle-aged man with only one arm hugged the child tightly in his arms, with tears in his eyes that refused to fall, "We can't, we can't take the child to die." "I never take risks with my children when things may be gone forever." Friday's face showed no emotion, but his eyes were full of determination. "But this is an opportunity." "We should save our homeland, we will be the pioneers! We will be the icebreakers!" "I hope that in Levin City, we can do our best to stay alive, and we can also risk our lives for a better future!" "Success, this will be glory. Failure, this will be glory!" This speech was impassioned, but he could barely count with two hands the number of people who were willing to go with him in the end. Friday looked around quietly, walked silently to the two youngest people, pressed their hands down, and pretended that nothing happened. They still found a lot of usable supplies from the collapsed houses, but a small amount of supplements still couldn't fill the vacancies. Friday and his companions tacitly took only the minimum food and ammunition necessary for survival. They would always find new supplies on the way to Levin City. When leaving, the child who was supposed to be in the arms of the middle-aged man stumbled towards him, murmuring and calling out unintelligibly: "Day, day." It sounds like the abbreviation of Daddy. Friday held her outstretched hand, matched her pace, led her back step by step, and finally picked her up and placed her in the arms of the middle-aged man. Friday kissed the child on the forehead and said to the middle-aged man: "You have to protect our future." The middle-aged man wanted to hug him one last time, but his only hand was taken by the cute child. Friday didn't give him a chance to hug him and turned around. Before they walked away, the middle-aged man asked: "We will go home, right?" Friday didn't bother to turn around, picked up the walkie-talkie pinned in his breast pocket, waved it in the air, and motioned for them to turn on the device too. The machine buzzed, and only one sentence was heard inside. "I will find you and tell you we can go home." Levin City in the distance is where hope lies. It's time for them to go home when they are lost.

In ancient times, chaos was undivided and Hongmeng was indistinguishable. It is impossible to know when the Great Wilderness was formed. We only know that the two ancestral gods Huang and Huan were born before the heaven and earth, and together they created all living things in the Great Wilderness. Once the Great Wilderness was established, disagreements arose. Huang intended to implement benevolent government, while Jian insisted on hegemony. The differences between the two sides eventually turned into a war. All creatures in the Great Wasteland were involved in this war, which is known as the "Final War" in history. After the war, Huang's spiritual energy dissipated between heaven and earth, while Jian fell into a deep sleep, and the wilderness world became riddled with holes. The surviving gods decided to reshape the wilderness. Pangu, Shennong, Nuwa, Fuxi, etc., In the process of reshaping the wilderness, exhausted all their spiritual energy, and their lives and deaths were unknown. Some people say that they, like Huang, turned into spiritual energy and dissipated in the wilderness, while others said that they hid in a place where no one could find them, recuperating. Thousands of years have passed, and the wilderness has long returned to its former prosperity. But beneath this prosperity, there is an undercurrent. On this day, an uninvited guest named Bifang came to Xiaoyin Village and was ordered to find Bai Ze, who had been missing for thousands of years. So, the auspicious beast Bai Ze reappeared in the wilderness after a thousand years; then, the Dragon Son of Huang actually appeared in the ordinary Xiaoyin Village; then, the entanglement between Zhu Rong and Gonggong was mentioned again; then, the legend of Yi's nine-day fall will be staged for the second time; then, the millennium grudge between Huang and Fang connected the creatures of the wilderness again. And a young man named Huang Long is at the center of these thousand-year grievances. He and his friends will take the lizard train, travel around the mountains and seas, start his own adventure, and face his own destiny.

In ancient times, chaos was undivided and Hongmeng was indistinguishable. It is impossible to know when the Great Wilderness was formed. We only know that the two ancestral gods Huang and Huan were born before the heaven and earth, and together they created all living things in the Great Wilderness. Once the Great Wilderness was established, disagreements arose. Huang intended to implement benevolent government, while Jian insisted on hegemony. The differences between the two sides eventually turned into a war. All creatures in the Great Wasteland were involved in this war, which is known as the "Final War" in history. After the war, Huang's spiritual energy dissipated between heaven and earth, while Jian fell into a deep sleep, and the wilderness world became riddled with holes. The surviving gods decided to reshape the wilderness. Pangu, Shennong, Nuwa, Fuxi, etc., In the process of reshaping the wilderness, exhausted all their spiritual energy, and their lives and deaths were unknown. Some people say that they, like Huang, turned into spiritual energy and dissipated in the wilderness, while others said that they hid in a place where no one could find them, recuperating. Thousands of years have passed, and the wilderness has long returned to its former prosperity. But beneath this prosperity, there is an undercurrent. On this day, an uninvited guest named Bifang came to Xiaoyin Village and was ordered to find Bai Ze, who had been missing for thousands of years. So, the auspicious beast Bai Ze reappeared in the wilderness after a thousand years; then, the Dragon Son of Huang actually appeared in the ordinary Xiaoyin Village; then, the entanglement between Zhu Rong and Gonggong was mentioned again; then, the legend of Yi's nine-day fall will be staged for the second time; then, the millennium grudge between Huang and Fang connected the creatures of the wilderness again. And a young man named Huang Long is at the center of these thousand-year grievances. He and his friends will take the lizard train, travel around the mountains and seas, start his own adventure, and face his own destiny.

Why did it take me so late to meet Jinjiang and Tomorrow?!! I would like to thank every boss who has guided me here. The one that impressed me the most was the Hope Valley dungeon. I didn't even know how to get there. I jumped up and down several times and couldn't get out. At that time, there was a level 60 boss who was very patient in guiding me. My teammates didn't give up on me either. I am really grateful to every teammate I meet after tomorrow. I am a special person. My best contribution is only 38%, but I have met many kind-hearted people. In the cold doomsday, let us work together to build our home!!!

I am still surprised why there is no news about this competition. It turns out that I have been eliminated.

My dearest and beloved Alexei: are you okay? According to what you once said, my house has been built. It has a wine cabinet, a workbench, two floors, a ladder, and a balcony. And the black back named Dangdang. Everything is ready. I go to the mailbox every day to see if there is a letter from you, but there are only supplies and rewards sent from the base. The manor's invasion records are updated every day, but there is no record of your visit. I remember when I first met you, I was running for my life in embarrassment. At that time, you suddenly appeared like a god and took me away from the clutches of the infected. Lately they've been calling them "zombie" more directly, and I don't want that. You must not like that either. It's amazing to say that I have never had any knowledge about mechanical manufacturing, but on the first day I met you, I repaired an airplane with you. Haha, of course, I just started, you are the one doing all the important work. It was also that plane that allowed you to see him. We fought against him in person for a long time. I was knocked down time and time again and stood up again and again. Only you, Alexei! You never refuse to fall, and as long as there is someone behind you who needs you, you refuse to admit defeat. But who knows, the Lazarov you have been looking for turns out to be that... That monster! Of course, Lazarov did not become like that voluntarily. He was looking for his relatives, but even he was killed. I have never doubted the deep relationship between you and Lazarov, so when you died for my life, I felt that I deserved it. Obviously we had just met at that time. While you were out looking for Lazarov, I tried to reinforce the two-story shabby house. I thought that would be our temporary shelter. God knows, changes always come faster than imagined. The social order and facilities I once relied on for survival have all collapsed. If you hadn't come back in time, how would I have survived to this day? I know that you have saved many people like me, I know that you used to live in Hope Valley, I know that you and Lazarov have a deep relationship, and I know that a small me is not enough to make you forget the past and stay for me. But, Alexey, when you are here, I thank God, and even thank the end of the world, for letting you come to me. When you are away, I can slowly live a good life by myself. The rewards and materials given to me by the base are enough for me to live on. There are many unknown things in the apocalyptic world, and I am exploring them one by one. But this still doesn't work. Living day after day, the days are dry. I know that there are seventeen caves and five houses in the Autumn Forest; I know that there is a mysterious treasure box under the pool in the warehouse in Shire Town; I also know that the password to unlock the golden treasure chest in the password warehouse in the mercenary camp is the same as in Shire Town; I even know that when attacking high-level camps, remember to take out the snipers first. But, look. I know a lot of things I never knew before, but I still don't know where you are... How lonely it is to be alone! I saw the golden leaves of the honey tree in the autumn forest, and I wanted to tell you; I wanted to tell you when I successfully escaped a sandstorm underwater in the Sandstone Castle; I even wanted you to eat the steak dinner and the dumplings made during the New Year in the White Tree Highlands. When I'm bored and don't want to go out, I stay at home, watch the sun rise and set, turn on and off the survival aid over and over again, and watch the infected people walking around not far away from the edge of the safety range. I would count how many axes it takes to chop down a tree, how many seconds it takes to pluck a handful of berries, or how many meters away I am from the dang when he runs to me. But I can't find you. I don't know who to say these words to or where to send them. Last day. Today is my last day in this house! Alexei, I will really say goodbye to you tomorrow. Recently, the virus seems to have quietly undergone a terrifying and continuous evolution. New and terrifying evolutionary variants have appeared in various parts of the world. Everything has become unknown. A new doomsday war is about to begin, and I will not look back. Do you remember that "City of Catastrophe"? Levin, which you warned me never to go to again, would be fine if you were not here. I still have to go there after all. Survivors like me have discovered that all recent clues point to that secret city. It is shrouded in a layer of fog, just waiting for us to lift it. No matter how difficult it is, it won't stop us. We are about to return to the city. Alexey, I feel that we are on the road to the truth, or rather, we are stepping on the truth. The puzzle of the doomsday is before us, and the answer is also there, and we have to solve it together. Love cannot be said in the end. Then I hope we will meet again one day, in the last days... In Levin. I am going to find hope. Humanity is united. We have to fight against time and fate. This is my war and the war of mankind! You taught me how to survive in this apocalyptic world, Alexei. I will always remember that I am a member of a great group of human beings who will fight to rebuild their homeland throughout their lives until life stops or a new world comes. War, apocalypse, invasion. After tomorrow, I will be back in Levin! Forever loyal to you, Hans Christoph On the eve of returning to Levin

1. As the sun sets, the afterglow casts a dreamlike color on the abandoned streets and dilapidated buildings. The wandering infected staggered along dragging their long shadows. This cold world seemed to have some warmth at this moment. At this time, I would stop looking for food and roaring, and look at the roads of the town until the sun completely sank below the horizon. I don't know what I'm waiting for. After becoming an infected person, I forgot everything, but I still did it day after day. My friend Da Zhuang often said that I was a romantic infected person. 2. On this day, I was staring at the road in a daze as usual. A car drove up at the end of the road. You must know that this is just an unknown town. It is not even shown on the map. The survivors have long since disappeared, leaving no supplies. There have been no survivors for a long time. While I was thinking, other infected people happily jumped towards the car. By the time I reacted, they had already knocked me to the ground and stepped on me seven or eight times. I feel that the world is extremely malicious towards a person with an infected IQ. 3. The next scene is like a carefully edited movie, and every scene makes people want to clap their hands and applaud. The car stopped and the door opened. The infected people rushed towards them but were instantly bounced away, revealing the tall figures inside. A survivor was wearing black clothes, carrying a bag, and carrying a weapon on his shoulder. I saw Da Zhuang leading a group of infected people to rush forward again, but they quickly fell down again. I saw the survivor finally pull out the dagger from his waist and pierce Da Zhuang's neck. Da Zhuang roared. That scene stung my eyes. But as an infected person with intelligence, I buried my head when he walked towards me, lying on the ground and pretending to be dead. 4. After the survivor left, I slowly got up, picked up the dagger he threw on the ground, and squeezed it tightly with my stiff fingers. This survivor just came to my town and ruined my evening and my friends, so I decided to take revenge on him. 5. The survivors killed so many infected people as soon as they arrived. Even Da Zhuang was no match for him. Naturally, I would not go head-to-head with such a person. I have been following him secretly these days, looking for opportunities to strike. During the day, survivors will wander around the town, attract a bunch of infected people, and then kill them one by one. At first, I thought it was his bad taste, but later I saw that he seemed to be looking for something. 6. On the first day, he walked through every street and almost washed away the infected people wandering on the streets. The next day, he continued to search in hospitals, parks, and squares, and killed another batch of infected people. On the third day, he came to the residential area, going from floor to floor, walking through the windows of one house after another... On the fourth and fifth days, he kept looking and looking. When he was on the street and in the park, I was upstairs in the distance, behind the pillars. When he was in the building, I would scratch on the water pipes and walls. Sometimes I would even hide in the sewers. Anyway, I would do whatever I could to observe him. One day, he disappeared when I wasn't paying attention. I rushed out of the town angrily. I opened my mouth wide and was about to scream when I saw a familiar car at the end of the road and hid again. It turned out that he was searching near the town. 7. After he came back that day, he became interested in the corpses of infected people everywhere. He will inspect everything he has killed, everything that was dead before, and everything that has long since rotted into mud. I hid behind a pillar in the distance and peeked, and saw his shoulders shaking slightly and his fingers holding the disgusting stump. When I looked carefully, he seemed to notice something and turned his head, and I immediately hid. I have been very cautious these days and have not been discovered, but his mood is declining day by day, and even the initial vigilance is gone. I feel that my opportunity for revenge has arrived. 8. That night, the survivor carefully identified the house number, and finally came to a blue house, which he had missed during his previous search. He hesitated in front of the door for a moment and knocked on it, as if there was still someone living inside. He opened the door and faced the dark room. He found some candles, and the light of the fire reflected his lonely eyes. Sometimes I am also curious, why does this survivor come here alone, who is he looking for? Why was he sitting in this room, covering his face and crying? 9. He seemed to be asleep. I quietly opened the window and jumped into the house. The moonlight passed behind me, causing my shadow holding the dagger to fall to the ground. When my knife was close to his neck, the survivor suddenly opened his eyes and looked into his dark eyes. I realized that I had fallen into a trap, but it was too late to retreat. He strangled me by the neck, and the night wind blew up the gauze curtain. Under the moonlight, his face was sharply angled, and the murderous aura in his eyes that was ready to go out flashed away, and was replaced by shock and ecstasy. He kept shouting an unfamiliar name, and I, who was suppressed, screamed at him angrily with all my strength. He fell silent, clasped my wrist holding the dagger and raised it. The dagger fell from my hand. There was a tooth mark deep into the bone on my wrist, which was the wound that infected me. The light in his eyes was like a candle that had been blown away. It jumped and went out. 10. The window was closed and the candlelight was on again. He tied me to a chair and asked me to listen to his story. Even as an intelligent infected person, I really can't understand this person's strange behavior. I struggled desperately and screamed threateningly at him, but he was completely indifferent and just calmly recounted his story. The story is not earth-shattering, it is just about a young man's promise. In a small town, when an infection broke out, the boy got the chance to leave first. At that time, he promised the girl he liked that he would come back to take her away soon. At that time, he believed that he could do it. But the infection spread rapidly, and the area was quickly surrounded and sealed by the virus, becoming a dead zone in the eyes of all survivors. No one was willing to go in with him to find people, and at that time he... Was also cowardly. After the apocalypse, the living environment was harsh. The young man survived the displacement and grew strong enough. The difficulty of survival should have made him forget the girl and his promise. He could have told himself that it was a destined tragedy in the end, but he could not let go in his heart. 11. The survivor smiled and said to me: "Some people told me that there are too many things that can't be done in the apocalypse. In order to survive, one should abandon the heart of a human being. But after throwing away everything that was a human being, the only thing left is to live. Some things, even if they are painful, are still good to remember." After saying that, he looked at me quietly: "You have been secretly following me since I came here, right? Do you... Still remember?" I looked at him coldly. I no longer have human emotions, let alone remember what happened before the infection. The light in the survivor's eyes went out again. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if mocking his own delusions. He picked up the dagger, and the sharp blade swayed in front of my eyes. The survivor said: "I came back for a settlement. I want to apologize to you... But a confession you don't understand is meaningless. I should have freed you... But if you want to kill me, I can help you." He used the dagger to cut the rope around my body and put the dagger back into my hand. He said quietly: "Let everything end. His eyebrows are like those of a young man, and that kind of ease and relief is the first time I have seen it on his face." At this time, I suddenly remembered the person I waited for at dusk every day. The memory gradually became clearer. The boy once held my hand and promised me that he would come back at dusk. I waited for him in the increasingly chaotic streets. The virus was raging and violent conflicts were happening, but he never came. Until the clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the setting sun was like blood, dyeing my white skirt red. When I woke up, it was already a lightless night. I looked at the survivor in front of me, opened my mouth and bit it. 12. I am enjoying the sunset alone. Now there are no infected people wandering on the street. It is a completely quiet time. But this time I didn't wait until the sun had completely set, so I jumped off the hood of the car and walked slowly towards the abandoned tavern. There, I found Da Zhuang who was hiding. There was a hole in his neck, but the wound did not break his spine. Da Zhuang told me that as an intelligent infected person, you have to pretend to be dead when you should. I was so angry that I yelled at him. But he said that he kept trying to tell me that his neck was not chopped, but I was always too close to the survivor. I scolded him as an infected person with no faith, who was afraid of biting people and afraid of death. He asked me what the beliefs of infected people are. We are no longer human beings, but we are different from other infected people. He asked: Why do we still have feelings? I remember Da Zhuang once told me that I was the only person he infected. In order not to let this happen again, he kept this in mind. And I have been waiting for someone, from dusk to sunset, over and over again. I think this is the answer. 13. I returned to the blue house. That was my home before I was infected. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the sound of a radio coming from the second floor. The former survivor, now the newly infected person, stood in the room and twitched at me. Before the infection, this would have been a smile, but now it's just a stiff grin. After becoming an infected person, he can only scream and communicate with his brain waves. He told me that the new virus has caused some infected people and some humans to evolve. He asked: Are we considered a kind of evolution? I didn't answer him. I thought he had found a way to stay rational. I held his hand. His skin was as pale and decadent as mine, and his hands were as cold as mine. I don't know how many dusk, he finally came, although he came late, but at least it was still in time... Before I completely forgot. 14. We stood by the window, and the setting sun dyed our skin a faint warm color. This cold world, this cold us, seems to have really gained some warmth.