The zombie virus swept through the city without warning, and the bustling neighborhoods during the evening rush hour instantly turned into a hell on earth.
There are no early warning announcements, no advance stocking up, no system abilities, and no chance from heaven. Su Shu, a 25-year-old ordinary office worker, started with nothing.
There were only two eggs and half a pack of hard noodles left in the refrigerator. He only had a fragile ceramic fruit knife in his hand, and his mobile phone had only half the battery. The rental house on the 12th floor was his only and ridiculously fragile shelter.
He is physically weak, timid and cowardly. He panics, shrinks, and is instinctively afraid when encountering difficulties. He does not know how to fight and fight. He does not know survival skills. He cannot outrun zombies and cannot fight against ruthless people. From beginning to end, he is just the most ordinary mortal.
The end of the world is never a cool copy, there is no cheating and comebacks, only endless hunger, fear and suffering.
In order to survive, Su Shu could only rely on the caution and clumsiness in his bones, clinging to the closed rental house, testing the dead buildings, and moving around in the decaying city.
He will be afraid, guilty, make mistakes, and run away in confusion. There is no counterattack to become a god all the way, only the struggle and suffering day after day.
No miracles, no flukes. Survival in the apocalypse for mortals has always been slow and difficult, but I will continue to live.
