Doomsday: My Road to Survival

Back before the apocalyptic floods that swept the world, my grandfather and I stocked up a room full of supplies, thinking we could survive. But my father started to feel strange. He kept telling nonsense, but in the end, he was correct in everything. The rain stopped and I couldn't stay in the city anymore. Some people have turned into something that is not human, and some people will do anything for food. It rained again, but this rain seemed unusual. Yellow mud rain or acid rain? There are some dirty things under the water that are invisible to the naked eye. Fortunately, I found a truck that was still moving, and took my grandfather and his party to the officially designated rescue point mentioned on the radio. I didn't know what was chasing me, I just knew I couldn't stop. The city in the rearview mirror is getting farther and farther away. In this way, our broken car, carrying the last bit of belongings, plunged into the endless road of survival. After going through many hardships, we arrived at the official rescue point, only to find that there was no one there...