"The sky was the color of rust the day the world died."
A different world came with a virus, tearing apart civilization and turning the world into a huge colosseum. Not only are there hordes of zombies, but also mutated sea creatures and deformed races, greedily eating the remaining warmth of the past. Human beings survive in the cracks, using twisted human nature to write the rules of survival in this world.
There is no savior here, only the truth of the jungle. Some degenerate into beasts, and some are forced to bloom into poisonous flowers. And in this desolation, the most dangerous thing is never the monsters with their teeth and claws - but those who have tempered the darkness of their hearts into the blade.
"This is an apocalyptic fairy tale that begins with calculation and survival, and ends with sinking and awakening."
The bloody dawn tears the sky apart, and a strange game descends. The diffuse blood mist and disgusting smell tell everyone who is trying to survive in the cracks——
"Only living people have the right to create eternity."
Intention: "There is a bonfire in the distance, burning for those who have been waiting for a long time."