In the radiant light of day, the small town slowly roused from its slumber, but instead of the usual bustle of life, an eerie stillness hung in the air.
The golden sun painted the buildings and homes with warmth, yet the deserted streets and scattered debris told a tale of recent chaos.
Amidst the silence, the once-bustling crosswalk stood empty, abandoned as if frozen in time. Shops, once filled with wares and bustling customers, now bore signs of struggle — clothes and flyers strewn about, shattered glass, and open doors.
The stores emanated an unsettling darkness, adding to the town's deserted aura.
In this haunting landscape, a group of survivors moved cautiously along the crosswalk. Jin and Zhao Ling walked side by side, with Zhao Ling wrapped in bandages, their expressions showing weariness.
