7Th Border

Fourteen years after the geomagnetic disaster. In late autumn, the cold wind whipped up dust and beat against the tall concrete walls of the Seventh Ward. There is a long queue at the gate of the city. Entry into the city is subject to strict inspections, and household registration and passes are indispensable. Lin Yan was wrapped in a threadbare thick coat, and his face bore scars from the long journey. He had no formal entry documents and only a little hard currency in his pocket. Behind him is a dangerous wilderness, and if he goes back, he will die; in front of him, this huge, chaotic border city is his only way to survive. He stared at the garrison soldiers with guns on the city wall, and he knew clearly: from the moment he stepped into this city, his survival would no longer depend on brute force, but on human heart and calculation.