The vacant lot lay at the junction of a major street intersection. Several large Trash Cans stood in front of it, constantly giving off a foul, decaying, clammy stench that never dispersed.
Once, the endless stream of traffic on the road and pedestrians along both sides had formed a prosperous urban scene.
But now, all that remained before Bai Zhi were dilapidated streets left unrepaired for years, vine-like plants spreading everywhere, and vehicle wreckage piled into heaps across the road. The entire city was devoid of any sign of life.
The buildings on both sides of the street were mostly storefronts facing the road—Hardware Stores, shops, supermarkets, restaurants, and the like. The supermarkets and shops all bore signs of having been ransacked, with shattered glass scattered everywhere and Iron Hammers lying on the ground in plain sight.
—But Bai Zhi found no trace of life.
Let alone survivors like himself, he could not find even a single small animal or insect. He could not even find one tiny ant.
The whole world was so empty and silent that it felt as if he were the only person left.
After walking for roughly several minutes, Bai Zhi arrived at a nearby Office Building. It was also the relatively well-preserved building closest to where he had originally been.
The Office Building's heavy doors were left slightly ajar. The sky was overcast as if rain were imminent, the rain clouds hanging low. In such a dead-silent world, the city's Power System had probably collapsed long ago, leaving the inside of the building rather dark and impossible to see clearly from outside.
Standing at the entrance to the Office Building, Bai Zhi lowered his head and looked at the ground before the doors, pondering for a while.
It was obvious that no one had