Inside the dilapidated store, the goods that used to fill the shelves have long disappeared.
Even the remaining few items are now rotting and foul-smelling.
Inside, many splattered bloodstains could still be seen, long congealed and dried into black patches.
There are several corpses visible in the store, but oddly, none of them show signs of being torn apart.
Zhao Lin glanced at them briefly and determined that these bodies were all the work of humans.
Evidently, after the apocalypse erupted, people resorted to every means possible to acquire supplies.
Human morality was thrown aside; even for a loaf of bread, someone could stab another in the back.
Looking at the desolation before her, Zhao Lin furrowed her brow tightly.
"Damn it, the food is becoming increasingly scarce now."
Looking at her somewhat deflated backpack, Zhao Lin felt quite helpless.
