Barren Tide

Mu Jun died on an ordinary morning. There were no wounds, no struggles, just like a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, the date on the wall returned to nine days ago. My mother was still working the morning shift at the nursing home, the streets were still congested, and there were only a few unnoticed news of sudden death in the news corner. But Mu Jun knew that the rain would fall soon, the humid air would pass through the doors and windows, and more and more people would stop breathing in their sleep; followed by overcrowded hospitals, lights out, and those who were too late to save. He only had nine days, and he had only seen the first nine days of the disaster. When the first person who should have died survives because of him, the future in memory begins to fail. Who should the door be opened for, where should the electricity be supplied, and who should be left with the last bed where people can sleep peacefully? When the tide of desolation flows through the city, survival is never a person's business. (Realistic doomsday novel, not a cool novel, light on the existence of supernatural powers)