In this apocalyptic world, terror and despair surge in like a tidal wave, mercilessly devouring every inch of land and every life.
The sky was shrouded in thick haze, and the sunlight could not penetrate the thick clouds, only casting a weak and pale light.
The air was thick with the scent of death, as if even breathing carried a chilling cold.
On the streets, ruins and wreckage intertwine to create a desolate scene.
Broken walls, collapsed buildings, and abandoned vehicles all tell a story of past prosperity and present desolation.
In the silence, the occasional wails and cries were chilling.
Some people are struggling to survive in this apocalypse, their faces filled with fear and helplessness.
Their eyes were empty and desperate, as if they had lost all hope for the future.
They traversed the ruins, searching for food and water; every day was a battle between life and death.
The horror of the apocalypse lies not only in its desolation and death, but also in its test of humanity.
In this desperate era, people are forced to confront their inner fears and greed, and to make difficult choices.
Some people choose depravity and destruction, indulging in fleeting pleasures and indulgence;
Others chose resilience and resistance, interpreting the dignity and meaning of life through their actions.
However, regardless of people's choices, this apocalypse is an inescapable reality.
It's like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's head, ready to fall at any moment.
In this era filled with unknowns and dangers, everyone is searching for hope and strength for survival in their own way.
Before the apocalypse arrived, the original owner was an ordinary office worker. One day, she saw an ancient jade in an antique shop and fell in love with it at first sight, so she took it home.
That very night, several muffled claps of thunder sounded in the sky, followed by red rain.
People who got caught in the rain mutated and turned into zombies.
The original owner of this body was a girl. She hid in her rented room, listening to the noises outside. She was terrified.
She thought about the women in the post-apocalyptic novels she had read, who, because they had no backers or superpowers, were treated like commodities and lived without dignity.
She picked up a pair of scissors and cut off her long-grown curly hair, shaving it into a buzz cut.
She even used paintbrushes and makeup to draw a very long scar on her face, from her forehead to her chin.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard outside the door.
The original owner was terrified. Her hand accidentally touched the eyebrow trimmer, and she was injured and bleeding. She quickly covered her mouth.
At that moment, the ancient jade emitted a faint light, and the blood on the original owner's hand was absorbed by the jade.
Immediately afterwards, the original owner's vision distorted.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a completely different space.
This space is inside an ancient jade. The original owner could still see everything outside. She also discovered that she could control this space with her thoughts. The flow of time inside the space was different from the flow of time outside.
However, before the original owner could delve into this space, in the third year of the apocalypse, she met a man.
The man said to the original owner of the body, "Save me, or you will regret it."
The man's voice was hoarse and deep, full of threat.
The original owner didn't want to save him, but the powerful energy emanating from him made the original owner hesitate.
When she saw the man wearing the Peace Base badge, she decided to rescue him.
Over the past three years, bases of all sizes have been established in both the south and the north, with the Ping An base being quite well-known.
The man's name is Duanmu Ye. He is a top-tier superhuman at the Ping An Base, possessing lightning and mutated fire abilities.
However, this man had too many enemies, and someone deliberately lured zombies to kill him.
When the original owner discovered a large number of zombies in the vicinity, he was killed on his way back.
The original owner felt that she died unjustly. She hadn't found her family yet, and she hadn't even used the space she had obtained much before she was killed.
So, if she could do it all over again, she would survive, then use the extra dimension to see her family alive and protect them. If possible, she also wanted to see the apocalypse end…
When Ahri woke up, the hallway was very quiet.
When the apocalypse first began, the people in this building were afraid to leave and didn't want to leave, so some died in the mouths of zombies, some starved to death, and some just managed to survive.
The original owner of this body managed to survive by relying on the things inside the space.
In addition, the original owner had shaved her head and had an unsightly scar on her face, so many people were worried that she might also be infected with the zombie virus, and few people were willing to get close to her.
The original owner also wanted to erase the scars drawn on her face, but she saw a girl being forcibly dragged away, so she was afraid.
Ahri looked into the original owner's space. There weren't many things inside: some instant noodles, some ham, and compressed biscuits.
Every month on the 15th, planes fly over here to drop food and other supplies.
There are only a few available, so whoever grabs them gets to keep them.
The original owner also forced himself to become ruthless.
Another plane was flying by in the distance. Ah Li didn't rush out; she stood quietly inside the house, looking out the window.
When the plane dropped a large box, a group of people swarmed out from the corner.
Of course, some zombies also came running when they heard the noise.
If you get food, you can survive.
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