Gray Tide Highway: a Mobile Lonely City in Abandoned Sequence

The gray tide is coming, and the city has become a forbidden zone for humans. Humans can only rely on the extraordinary sequence to keep moving and stay for more than seventy-two hours, and the gray tide will follow the breath and engulf the entire convoy. Ashes, grade F "obsolete sequence" assessed by the testing station: Recycling. Others' sequences can burn cities and crack the ground, but his sequence can only restore scrap metal corroded by the gray tide to its factory state. The whole town laughed at him for picking up rags, until the gray tide swallowed up the convoy twelve hours ahead of schedule. He used the scrap metal in his hands to build a moving lonely city. But the real crisis is never behind you. The gray shadow is the shadow of a living person, and at the end of the migration route is a lighthouse waiting for food. Everyone was smiling and rushing on, but only he knew: this was not about survival, but about lining up to die. While others are struggling for half a piece of compressed biscuit, my scrap sequence is building a mobile city from scrap metal. But at the end of the road, someone is waiting.