In the third year after the gray rain fell, 90% of the world's population became "senseless" - their sense of taste, touch, and memory disappeared one by one, and eventually turned into "grey men" who were walking zombies.
Jiang Chengan fled into an abandoned urban botanical garden with seven old, weak, sick and disabled people. No system, no space, no arsenal. There were only three bags of old rice, a rusty wrench, and half a management manual left by a crazy old man.
Others chop down zombies in the last days, while Jiang Chengan grows lettuce in the last days.
——"You trade potato sprouts for ammunition?"
——"Potato sprouts can grow into potatoes, and potatoes can feed ten people. Have you run out of ammunition?"
When the predator group came to the city and everyone thought they were doomed, Jiang Chengan opened the door of the greenhouse.
Hallucinogenic pollen fills the air, and enemies fall into hallucinations and kill each other.
After escaping, the leader of the plunderers said only one sentence: "It's not a shelter, it's hell."
Jiang Chengan stood on the wall and glanced at the wasteland outside, then turned back to water the water.
"It's time to plant tomatoes tomorrow."
