Until the Fireworks Burn Out: Me and Seven Unlucky Guys

In the zombie-infested ruins, they huddled in a dilapidated warehouse and survived the evening with a box of lunch meat. Zhou Man flipped through the account book and wrote down every drop of water on the page; Su Nian was distracted and told cross talk jokes to stir up a little life in the dead air; Zhao Fengnian carried a few hard candies that were about to melt and distributed them to everyone one by one; Qin Zhaoran pushed the door in with a blood-stained iron bar, saying he was disgusted, but he held the candies in his palms. Lin Shen is the center of this makeshift family. He drew crooked maps, told bone-chilling jokes, and when everyone was about to be swallowed by despair, he lightly tapped the other person's wrist with his finger - that was their code: Bear with me, I'm still here. They look for fireworks in the desolation and tenderness in the desperate situation. A box of lunch meat was cut into eight slices, and the oil was licked clean; a pink hairpin was passed from one person to another, with half a rhinestone always shining. The world is fucked up, but they haven't broken up yet. Outside is a desperate situation with endless sounds of corpses, while inside is a world of broken fireworks.