The room was only about ten square meters—not large, but enough for one person. Its furnishings were simple: a bed, a wardrobe, a table, and a chair.
The table stood beside the bed, with a desk lamp on it. Together, that was everything in the room.
Of course, if one needed other furniture, it could be exchanged for with points. Every survivor who entered the base received a certain amount of resource points, which could be used to exchange for all sorts of things, including daily necessities.
As for food, food in the base was free. The only restriction was, more or less, that one could only take as much as one could eat. Waste would result in resource points being deducted.
Without question, compared to the outside, this place was practically heaven.
Because of the apocalypse, aside from a very small number of humans, there were no other living things left in the world—not even plants.
Under such circumstances, fewer people was an advantage. For a short while, there was no need to worry about food, but eating anything fresh was impossible.
More importantly, there was no contamination here. Even the contamination that had accumulated within their bodies had been washed away by the vaccine.
Sun Ping remembered that when he had been outside, the contents of his dreams had been utterly bizarre. Especially when he sensed that death was close, he had dreamed of the past more and more often.
But in the past within those dreams, his parents had each turned into octopus-like monsters, and the world had become grotesque and twisted. The sun in his dreams had eyes, hands, and feet. The light it cast was an eerie orange-red. The buildings were not made of steel and concrete, but forged from flesh and blood. Walking upon