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末世第一天：当邻居变成猎食者
Cabbage Who Can Complain
[Apocalyptic survival + trial of humanity + desperate convenience store situation + mutated monsters + desperate survival + alienation of neighbors + doomsday start + fog siege] At 3:17 in the afternoon, when blood mist spread across the city skyline, Lin Fan was picking up a Coke at a convenience store. Three minutes later, the neighbor in a floral skirt was knocked down by a dog with long bone spurs, and his screams were minced in the fog. Fifteen people were crowded into a 30-square-meter convenience store. Outside the glass door were the roaring mutants, and inside the door was a gradually simmering panic - some people were red-eyed because of the half-filled bottle of water, some were shaking while holding their children, and some were staring at the last signal on their phones in a daze. When the neighbor's hand reached through the crack in the door and grabbed his mother's hair and dragged her out, Lin Fan finally picked up the fire ax. The moment the ax blade split the mutated dog's head, he saw clearly the eyes that had once smiled and said hello. They were now turning turbid white, and saliva mixed with blood dripped on his shoes. The buzzing of the freezer contained a countdown, blood mist seeped in through the cracks in the glass, and the banging outside the door became more and more urgent. This is not the end of the disaster, just the first day. When acquaintances become predators, when convenience stores become prisons, the price of survival is far sharper than imagined.
[Apocalyptic survival + trial of humanity + desperate convenience store situation + mutated monsters + desperate survival + alienation of neighbors + doomsday start + fog siege] At 3:17 in the afternoon, when blood mist spread across the city skyline, Lin Fan was picking up a Coke at a convenience store. Three minutes later, the neighbor in a floral skirt was knocked down by a dog with long bone spurs, and his screams were minced in the fog. Fifteen people were crowded into a 30-square-meter convenience store. Outside the glass door were the roaring mutants, and inside the door was a gradually simmering panic - some people were red-eyed because of the half-filled bottle of water, some were shaking while holding their children, and some were staring at the last signal on their phones in a daze. When the neighbor's hand reached through the crack in the door and grabbed his mother's hair and dragged her out, Lin Fan finally picked up the fire ax. The moment the ax blade split the mutated dog's head, he saw clearly the eyes that had once smiled and said hello. They were now turning turbid white, and saliva mixed with blood dripped on his shoes. The buzzing of the freezer contained a countdown, blood mist seeped in through the cracks in the glass, and the banging outside the door became more and more urgent. This is not the end of the disaster, just the first day. When acquaintances become predators, when convenience stores become prisons, the price of survival is far sharper than imagined.