The world under human beings is a gladiatorial arena and a brothel. as well as a refuge for some survivors.

In the gladiatorial arena, only a few mad dogs are snatching human bones. No one likes that futile gore anymore. Those people have been lucky survivors, cautiously and timidly sealing themselves in separate spaces, eating the food they have accumulated, and continuing their limited and slim lives.

There were no women in the brothel, but there were a lot of goblins who were neither male nor female, a goblin who was as tender as water, made himself into an ambiguous appearance, and looked at me ambiguously.

"It's so pretty!" I complimented her, and traded her for a pile of food.

She walked over and stood in front of me, silently taking off her coat, revealing a skinny body. The two breasts hang down to the chest like two skins. The malnourished green belly seemed to be transparent out of the stomach because of the lack of fat, and I completely lost my desire to see her naked. I asked her where there was a safe exit, and I left her and turned away.

The hallway turned transparent, the floor was covered with glowing leaves, the fireflies gathered and scattered, and the snake waved its evolved wings in pursuit.

After the snake fills its belly, its wings can no longer support the bulging glowing belly, and the light falls to the ground, so the snake lays eggs, and the eggs also glow slightly, and human beings like this kind of golden eggs very much, so the flying snake is not extinct but like cows, sheep, pigs, chickens and ducks, filling the space of the earth.

A winged snake was scurrying back and forth in the hallway, and she must have accidentally flown into it, but it would be difficult for her to escape again.

The little house was in ruins, and I lived in an abandoned building, the former owner had died, and the rotting flesh was covered with layers of webs, not of spiders, but of maggots, which crawled out of the eyes of the dead and spat out milky white filaments and weaved into webs.

It was the spread of the plague that took the lives of the dead. On the swollen tongue of the deceased, the maggots crowded together formed a small hill.

The maggots climbed desperately up, and no one wanted to be crushed underneath, so the maggots that climbed to the highest point rolled to the bottom, and the bottom climbed the highest.

There is no end, the cycle repeats.

Lost, I climbed up the stairs and around the bend into a bathroom.

Lie in the bathtub, listen to the dripping syllables of the faucet, close your eyes and meditate.

This will allow me to relax my nerves, open my eyes, and look out the window obscenely. An old banknote is folded into a paper airplane and thrown out of a ventilated window.

The last world of mankind is a plague-stricken village. The burning fire set the corpses on fire in vain and burned them to ashes, but the plague did not dissipate with it, and every day the dying filled the bloody alleys again until there was no one left.

Colorful birds hovered in the air, and the fluorescent dung that covered the seeds under excretion swirled by the wind into the dust and glowing dead leaves, and poured into the alleys and houses in a ball of light. The windows crackled to hide the wind. The ground is crawling with filthy people. Waiting for the predation of a new species on Earth. I like to call them orcs.

Riding winged dogs, beastmen parachuted from primeval forests into ruined human villages, wielding weapons and crushing over dead bodies and smashing through living rooms.

Men killed, women plundered, including food, they are equally greedy and cruel animals. Then the flames ignited from the abandoned human dwellings until they reached the outside world. The smell of burnt corpses mixed with black smoke filled the air.

The human beings who survive in this world are just as terrible. They walked like corpses, covered with rotten sores, and stretched out their rotting hands to capture orcs and dogs. Sometimes it was easy for them to catch a dog that was hovering low at a low altitude with their vigilance, and of course the orcs who rode on it would also fall, and the strong orcs could easily break a corpse, and many more corpses poured up. Soon, the strong orcs were exhausted and then torn apart by humans. Teared into pieces of flesh and bones.

Those who have been plagued need nourishment. So a dozen orcs were trapped. The orcs, who could have escaped by flying high in the air, wanted to rescue their fallen partners, but they were besieged together.

The orcs struck quickly, and the spear pierced the human intestines and stomach, and it had no effect at all. Even people with mutilated limbs will still open their torn lips and show their teeth to bite the food in their eyes. Gradually, the resisting orcs became numb in their arms and shoulders, but if they wanted to live, they had to persevere, and they would fight to the death with this horrible group of walking corpses, and if they were not careful, they would be torn into pieces of flesh and bones, and the internal organs would be fed to flies and maggots.

Dozens of orcs were scattered by this group of humans who had no sense of pain at all. They were crowded into corners by the humans who had been knocked down and swarmed up, and there was nowhere to run.

The screaming orc lost an arm, and it was pulled down by the men. Many of the plague people cut its flesh with their fingernails, and the orcs screamed so badly that one of its eyeballs was ripped out. The recipient raised his two bloody fingers and swallowed the eyeball between the fingers into his mouth.

At this time, the orc who had lost his eyeballs suddenly bounced up, and a pair of powerful hands tore open the man's belly, and the belly broke the stomach and naturally flowed out, falling to the ground, and the orc tore the stomach with his mouth to get his eyes back from it.

In fact, the orc was also plagued, and at that time its body had been broken into two sections, and its upper body was torn apart by a group of people, torn into several pieces. But the lower half of its body was running, and it didn't know where to run......

The paper airplane glowed golden in the darkness and continued to fall.

I jumped out of the bathtub and threw myself on the floor that was already overflowing, and a lot of paper money "floated" in the water, like a kind of swaying in the wind.

The bathroom door was closed, so that not a drop of water would squeeze outside.

I gulped down the water greedily, and the foam and the wet paper money, as well as the golden egg, were swallowed into my stomach.

Later, I lay on the floor tired, with a big belly. In the outside world, seeds from dung burst out of the ground, green vine sprouts with vigorous vitality, quickly covering the plagued land into a jungle, and the unbridled branches spread in through the window, wrapping and wrapping the narrow bathroom.

I closed my eyes quietly, I was tired and needed a break.