Qin Siyang's booming voice echoed through the warehouse, jolting everyone present.
A chance!
Those words struck like thunder, igniting more than eight thousand pairs of eyes that had been filled with darkness and drawing them all toward the young figure on the platform.
When the apocalypse descended, they had been lucky enough to squeeze into this hopeless Safe Zone. But at what cost? Everything they had built up had vanished!
With no connections to speak of, these people could only live on the very fringes. Former workers, teachers, street vendors, office workers... their old independence and dignity had become a fleeting dream. Now they were all outcasts struggling in the filthy corners of State No. 14.
They could hardly even be considered people anymore. Never knowing where their next meal would come from, they lived worse lives than dogs in times of peace.
Their savings, their jobs, everything they had was now worthless. For them, their lives had been utterly destroyed the moment they entered the Safe Zone.
They kept living like walking corpses not because they believed they would get a chance to defy fate, but simply because they felt that a miserable life was better than a good death.
Were they really inferior to those well-dressed, well-spoken people in the Safe Zone?
Of course not.
Once upon a time, they too had been well-dressed, well-spoken people!
It was only this damned apocalypse that had dragged them into the mire, leaving them unable to climb out for the rest of their lives.
Every one of them had thought that they were no worse than anyone else. All they lacked was a chance.
Given that chance, they would surely do better than those so-called elites.
But a chance required the right opportunity at the right time.
With nothing of value