Orderly Wasteland: My Guide to Restarting Level 4 Civilization

After a hundred days of disaster, the city turned into a jungle of flesh and blood. I led the last survivor to hold on to the roof. When I ran out of ammunition and food, the rusty radio pierced the hoarse noise: "Attention the city, the national four-level crisis response system has been activated. Please rally to the red cross sign - order is still there." I later learned that the hub never shut down. Counterattacks are planned in the deep mountains, serum is mass-produced at the base, and the task force opens a lifeline. And we—former firefighters, police officers, doctors, engineers—were re-registered, reorganized, and armed. After the soldiers beat the police, the policemen fell down and the engineers filled in. The first article of the regulations is engraved on the armband of every uniform: "The fire of civilization is passed on to all people." My name is Chen Mo, code number "Shield-73". My mission is not to save the world, but to find the impermissible "third way" between the absolute order and the life in front of me. A cold casualty estimate danced on the tactical screen, behind thousands of pairs of living eyes. Either I use my judgment to save everyone, or I and my beliefs are buried together in the ruins of order.