Hunger.
Unparalleled hunger.
Chu Sheng lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes, only for an unparalleled hunger to hit him instantly.
Or rather, it was that hunger that had woken him.
He picked up the last few compressed biscuits beside the bed, tore open the packaging, and started eating.
They were small, but very filling.
Chu Sheng sat on the bed, his hair just brushing the ceiling, and picked up his water bottle for a long, gulping drink.
After eating a little, his hunger subsided. Chu Sheng shook his head to clear away the lingering sleepiness. Taking in the enclosed room, he couldn't help muttering.
"I really need to put in a window. I didn't think this through before."
By the time he opened the truck door, the sky had gone completely dark.
Scarlet moonlight bathed the world, but Chu Sheng couldn't tell. The world he saw was already the Crimson World, so there wasn't much difference between day and night.
It was already late at night. Several vehicles in the convoy were rocking, and through some of their windows, Chu Sheng could clearly see scenes that were anything but decent.
Aside from that, pleasure-filled moans drifted out of several tents, sounding as though their occupants wanted to hold back yet also let loose.
Chu Sheng was already used to it.
The pressure of the apocalypse was immense. No one knew whether they would die that day. They were either traveling or thinking about how to stay alive.
There weren't many forms of entertainment in the apocalypse, and humanity's most primitive desire happened to be both the cheapest and most effective.
Before he had awakened his Sequence, people had approached him for some fun, too.
There had been men with twisted desires, as well as women with a