For My Last Home [End Times]

Food rotted, medicines expired, corpses were everywhere, and flies were everywhere. Walking through the desolate streets with a piece of expired bread in his mouth, the putrid zombies filled the city with a stench. Jinsu had long been accustomed to those greedy eyes hiding in the dark. This was once the old city of mankind now This place belongs to the dead, there is no hope, no mercy, people will raise their butcher's knives just for a piece of bread or a board of expired pills. Stepping over the dead body and wiping off the warm blood on the sword, Jinshu remained expressionless, but this shouldn't be the final outcome. Looking at the body on the ground, she closed her eyes. "Spark, tell me how to end this." [I'm afraid you can't bear the price. This is the third year of the end, the third year of the total collapse of human society. Tiredness, numbness, killing, betrayal, parting... Are all the remaining memories of human beings. Jinsul's wish is simple - to end this nightmare. She chuckled: "At this point, there's nothing I can't bear." Food guide: 0: The heroine's name has polyphonic characters, here it is pronounced as Jin (lǜ) 1: It is a realistic-oriented doomsday article, showing more about the struggle and survival of ordinary humans in the apocalypse. It is not a cool article. 2: The first few chapters are foreshadowing the relationship between the characters, and the pace becomes faster as you go forward. If you want to watch the doomsday content directly, you can skip to Chapter 6. 3: A growth-type heroine. The heroine will be shaken and unconfident in the early stage, and will have the shortcomings of an ordinary person, but will grow in the later stage. 4: The entire text is fictional, please do not substitute it into reality. Any organizations, names, and individuals appearing in this article have nothing to do with reality. Any similarity is purely coincidental. ——Advance collection——Split—— shadow shadow Do you believe that some people are born with the ability to see ghosts? At midnight, the phone rang, and the clear and tender voice of a child rang in my ears. "March and a half, the pink peaches and green willows are so eye-catching!" "It's hard to get on the sedan chair with red lips and white face!" "Why don't you know how to light the lamp and dim it when you pick up the bride?" The voice became more and more distorted. Qi Li hung up the phone and looked at the blurry shadow behind him in the mirror—— It's getting closer! Intention: Continuous self-improvement