Unlimited Mission Log

Shiyue opened her eyes for the seventh time in the ruins, and the electronic alarm sounded like a stutter: "Warning... Low fuel..." She propped up her broken body, and the smell of corroded rust was mixed with the smell of strange flowers—a smell that shouldn't exist in the apocalypse. The broken diary lies among the rubble, and next to the question "What is the fuel?" Are the echoes of death recorded in blood: "The scream of a child when he fell, the touch of the lover's burnt ring in the fire..." Her fingertips swept over the blood words, and she suddenly heard the wail of the dying soul shaking the wall. The last line of words shed new blood on the page: "The fuel... Is empathy."