Yeah, that's right...
What lay before Cong Yu and Moerae was an extremely dimly lit street, somewhat like a bluestone alley from the nineteenth century.
At that moment, Cong Yu and Moerae stood in the alley, its surrounding walls covered in moss.
"Yeah, it's a new world all right..."
As Cong Yu spoke, he led Moerae through the alley and out onto the main street, where he looked ahead.
How should he put it?
The street was ruined and deserted. Nearly all the glass display windows of the surrounding shops had been shattered, and the air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood.
Both the shops and residences seemed equally dilapidated, their windows broken and their doors barely hanging on.
There were plenty of dark red bloodstains and scattered chunks of flesh on the ground. Aside from that, there were broken bricks, rubble, and splintered wood.
The vehicles parked along the roadside were scattered and damaged, and quite a few corpses could be seen inside them... most looked as though they had been gnawed on.
After a brief moment of thought, Moerae spoke. "Judging from the architectural style... this should be the modern era from your perspective."
Moerae was right. It was probably around the twenty-first century.
As for the location, it was clearly the United States.
Judging from the landmark... this was San Francisco.
Thinking that, Cong Yu gazed into the distance at the Golden Gate Bridge, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the corpses in those vehicles.
Then Cong Yu spoke decisively. "Looks like they ran into some kind of crisis... zombies?"
It was the quickest guess Cong Yu could make.
Other than the fact that there were "no zombies," the scene before him fit Cong Yu's image of Resident Evil perfectly.
Both the ruined streets