After wandering through the city for three days, they had seen far too many scenes that should never have existed.
Collapsed buildings, charred tree trunks.
The thick smoke from the first day had scattered with the wind. Only dust covered the ruins of the city.
And corpses in every imaginable state of death.
Knowing they couldn't keep relying on Ben Yu's car, the four of them eventually decided to return to school for their essentials before rejoining the others.
"Didn't only a portion of people enter the dream? Why has Shancheng fallen into chaos?"
Zheng Wuyou and the others squeezed into the back seat. She asked Miao Laisheng, who was in the passenger seat. By then, they no longer cared whether they were over capacity.
"..." Miao Laisheng didn't answer. Everything had happened so suddenly that he had no idea what was going on either.
Feeling deeply unsettled, Yuan Ling quietly rested her head against the car window, her eyes fixed on the scenery sliding past outside.
As far as the eye could see, everything was in a state of utter ruin.
Abandoned cars that had crashed all over the place flashed glaring red lights. The buildings along the road teetered precariously, their walls peeling and mottled, as if they could collapse at any moment.
The windows were shattered, and shards of glass littered the ground, reflecting the faint light of the rising sun and dazzling the eye.
It was as if the punishment of the dream had ended.
Apart from the sound of their car, a suffocating silence hung over every street and alley.
But every so often, terrified screams and shouts rang out from the narrow alleys, shattering the silence.
The sounds of fires and explosions rose and fell, like wails from the depths of hell.
Yuan Ling