(Anti-theft in progress, updated in 24 hours)
The beginning of the apocalypse, as Su Junxin remembers it, was chaos.
Women's screams, men in agonizing pain, the pungent scent of blood hanging heavy in the air and a chilling sense of crisis pervasively seeping into everyone's bones.
The zombie virus spread at a rate of infecting one person every three seconds. Ordinary people, forced into the role of prey, scrambled in a headless panic, while the desperately responding military continually lost ground to the increasing hordes of zombies. With the power grid failing, fires broke out frequently, and societal order completely collapsed. From the ruins came faint cries of newborn babies, who were devoured by their starving kin within the next moment.
Yet, now, what appeared in front of Su Junxin was an utterly dead city.
The once bustling city of a thousand spires, where music and laughter echoed the night before, had lost all signs of life overnight.
