Final Era: August 12, 2119 A.D

Selina, Kansas, USA

Everyone knows the darkness of Sinopec, has shopped in their stores, or has some products from their house. By 2100, Dark Petrochemical had acquired most of the rest of the world's businesses, with the exception of Wondertainment and Cools, due to its chronic lack of manpower. In 2050, they merged with the newly listed Dark Industries, a former collective-owned company specializing in luxury goods and automobiles; At the same time, it absorbed Prometheus Factory Co., Ltd., formerly known as the factory, which is the world's largest manufacturer of medical equipment and pharmaceuticals.

Dark Petrochemical has little reputation, and in 2090 they were heavily exposed by the Manna Charitable Foundation for their exploitation of human rights. Unfortunately, there is no one left to stop a company that has almost taken over the whole world.

Allen is standing in front of one of their large, dilapidated centers, where every large retail store has the function of processing items and producing food on site. The 561,000-square-foot, three-story building is a commercial plaza in the heart of the city.

In the dark petrochemical, we canceled the dealership.

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As a last resort, Allen picked up an old dusty flyer crushed under a flickering street lamp.

[Mulhausen Full Body Moisturizer: Soul 34.99 - Leaves you feeling refreshed like never before!] ]

He hated the copper smell of that thing.

[Whole milk: Soul 34.99 - Certified Organic by PSF.]

Beef Shoulder: Soul 24.99 / kg - meat from real cows, happy cows. Vegetarian cattle.

Pork loin fillet: Soul 43.99/kg Cultivated in Maggo's vintage labs.

Fresh Federal Meat: An Ethical Choice.

Federal meat is delicious, even for the seventh generation.

Avocado: Soul 620.99 per kg - Grab the leftovers! ]

Allen was tapped on the back of the head, and woke up. Reflexively, he turned and jumped back, but there was nothing behind him. He looked up to see Grammie's executor pointing at the back of another executor's wrist.

It's not early.

"Oh, okay."

The sun had just half-sunk to the horizon. Allen turned around and stared at the window of the Premonition Mall. He could see through the ceiling mirror that figures were climbing up and down, looking back at him. Allen glanced at the shattered glass in front of the door, catching the figure of another object in the light and shadow of the glass. But there was nothing to be seen in the hallway, and there was nothing behind the door.

Voyeurs. Stupid, annoying voyeur. The whole place is filled with their scent.

"What do you do!" Allen yelled at a voyeur who was speeding past his eyes. They crawled over the edge of his perspective as he rushed to the main entrance. Allen rubbed his hair, then slammed the window with all his might. As he knocked down the falling glass, he was startled by a large, buzzing insect in the afterglow.

He turned around and scanned the sky, but saw nothing. Allen grimaced.

He wasn't stupid enough to pull out the flashlight. In the mountains of human and mutant corpses, it seems that fear no longer exists. Monsters are very territorial, and when a certain type of monster gathers in one place, other individuals will not come closer. The only exception is the Shadowmen, who go wherever they want. The sharp angles of the light materialize their hazy figures, making you more susceptible to trauma. Avoiding these things is understandable, as fighting them comes at a high cost. In addition to this, Allen is not sincere - he cannot enforce the Barclay agreement and protect his Slugger. If he had accepted the darkness when he could, it would have been much better now, and he would have only had to deal with these relatively inconsequential voyeurs.

Allen entered the store screaming as loudly as he could.

"Sweetheart! I am home! ”。

This survival strategy is strongly questioned among the survivors of the new age, and most people have their own judgment. The absence of a response from the lurking slumber made Allen feel much better when he took the first step inside.

He wondered if he was rescuing a human or a mutant. Not knowing if he liked them or not, he chuckled as he tossed some bags of Federated beef into his backpack.

"Is anyone home?" He walked along the edge of a garden full of rotting produce, shouting as he went. "Anyone?" But there was no response. The only thing that responded to him was the dripping sound of old pipes and the buzzing of indistinctly shaped insects.

It was too dark to make out the special shadow of the executor, but he wasn't sure if Grammie would always help him in the future. She's so old-fashioned. A man has to learn to take care of himself.

Occasionally, Malo can be found in dark corners and behind empty shelves, but most of the time she is of little use. For Allen, she's also a little scary, a little too clingy. He thinks that downloading her from the internet doesn't feel so lonely at least, but most monsters just don't know how to interact with humans.

Malo breathed heavily behind a long-rotten avocado.

"At least say hi! We've known each other for four years!

Malo is gone.

Allen circled around the corner, walking towards the dim light of the stairwell. He paused for a moment and looked around. Behind him, through the hallway, he could barely make out the entrance to the store. It's getting late now.

In the darkness, he heard a soft voice... Someone was sobbing. He walked towards the bakery, his sobs waning. "It's a lot of fun." He turned towards the elevator lobby and whispered. As he approached the bottom of the stairs, the sobs grew louder. It sounds like a female voice.

to the third floor. He wished he hadn't had to walk too far.

The thought of finding a computer flashed through him, and he remembered that he had forgotten to take some vodka. "I should have made a list."

He saw the blue-purple and gold sign with a service catalog and a floor plan for each floor of SinDark.

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