The End of North America: It Starts with the Truck Drivers

My name is Li Ming. I immigrated to Canada ten years ago. I just picked up my own 18-wheel heavy-duty truck. Before I even stepped on the accelerator for the first time, the world collapsed. Civilization fell to zero overnight, and North American roads became wasteland hunting grounds. Others pick up trash to survive in the apocalypse, but I drive a heavy truck across the wasteland of North America. I am the only rule-maker on this long journey to the end of the world.