First, there was a small group of familiar people, falling to the ground in pain, struggling and roaring, as if they had a rabies attack.

It didn't take long for them to get up strangely, staggering, running at a speed that wasn't very slow, knocking down their colleagues one by one.

Gnawing, biting, blood splattered everywhere.

In the office building, screams were everywhere.

In a panic, Lu Zhan and a group of relatively lucky people opened a heavy iron door and fled into the depths of the power station.

There, the slender passages are made of concrete and are brightly lit and modern.

Passing through, there is a bottomless canyon in front of you.

On the edge, tall buildings stand tall.

Middle of nowhere.

It's as quiet as death.

They cautiously leaned over and found two elevators that led to the depths of the canyon.

There is electricity, and it still works.

Not far from the elevator, there is a staircase that rotates an unknown number of floors, straight down, and at a glance, it is a black hole, as if it leads to hell.

They didn't have any more options, and after discussion, they chose to go down and have a look together.

Entering the elevator, the toggle switch, and the huge gears begin to roll.

They stubbornly stood and watched the sky farther and farther away with the elevator car downward.

I don't know how long it feels like an ant has gotten into the bottle, and the mouth of the bottle has become smaller and smaller.

Lu Zhan was holding a large wrench in his hand, his nerves were tense, and he looked at the wall behind the elevator by the dim light.

It is a rudimentary and outdated device, with no metal walls, and simple handrails welded with steel bars to give a panoramic view of the outside scene.

So, in Lu Zhan's mind, he remembered the words written in red paint.

"Work hard for a thousand days, and if you don't succeed, you won't pay it back!"

"Mission, Responsibility, Responsibility, Dedication......"

"For the sake of honor—"

He watched, in a trance, and for a long time, with a loud "clang" to the end.

Walking out, the survivors swallowed their saliva.

In front of the view, there are majestic cylindrical chimneys, neatly located buildings, and some strangely shaped houses.

Rusty barbed wire fences on all sides, and on the walls, there are metal plaques nailed to them, with red letters on a white background.

Nucleus...... Exclusion zone!

Here, it's a deserted ...... Nucleus...... Power station.

A group of survivors was shocked.

The oldest of them has been working at the power station for more than a decade, but has never been exposed to the secrets behind it.

Although my heart is full of doubts, it is the rest of my life.

After some discussion, they decided that it would be better to live here for a while.

After all, those "diseased" colleagues outside are really terrible.

Human beings have always maintained a sufficient sense of fear of the unknown.

In the canyon, the scenery is beautiful and the mountains and rivers are picturesque.

The only drawback is that the power is inexplicably cut off after being used for less than a week.

And because of the special geographical location, it is difficult for the sun to shine down, and the temperature does not rise for a long time, and it is always cold and lonely.

It's not okay to lose the light, but it's not a big problem, and they use firewood and moldy furniture to make a fire, which solves the urgent need.

But there was never enough food.

The canyon is cold and damp, and the most common ones are rats, who catch barbecued meat and barely fill their stomachs.

Human nature is mostly selfish and often does not stand the test.

These people are struggling to survive, have no food, and lack warm clothing, and they begin to contradict each other.

In twos and threes, they form small groups in groups.

With the passage of time, even because of the already scarce materials, a tragic battle was set off.

Hand-to-hand combat, group fighting, is no less than the competition between beasts.

On that day, seeing blood, the number of survivors in this group plummeted by a third.

Their impulsiveness has produced bitter fruits.

Probably because the smell spread, and from the third day onwards, a group of terrifying species quietly emerged from the canyon.

Flying species, about the size of a fist, come and go without a trace, and can emit a high-pitched call.

If you are bitten, your skin will be burned by boiling water, and it will erode and pus, giving off a foul smell.

Although he didn't die, that tragic situation could simply make people go crazy.

The survivors were outwitted and found to be something similar to a bat, but larger and faster than usual.

Among the people alive, there was a graduate student who was proficient in biology, named Du Fenglin, who caught one and patiently studied it for several days.

When he came out, a piece of desperate news was announced.

The bats, including all species in the canyon, were all exposed to radiation.

These people were also not spared, and their lives were not long.

A word startled a thousand waves.

The survivors are not afraid of death, even if they are embarrassed, they are not willing to give up the chance to survive.

Hit hard, half of the remaining people chose to leave the canyon and go outside to find out what was going on.

If the crisis is over, rush to seek help, and maybe there is still a chance to live.

The other half resigned themselves to their fate and still stayed.

However, those who remain believe that the canyon is an eerie place, and at least most of the area is still unexplored.

Before, I was scared and didn't dare to run around.

Now that I'm thinking I'm going to die anyway, I might as well go and scavenge and find some food or something.

If you die, you have to be a starving ghost.

The broken jar is broken.

Lü Zhan was a member of the left-behind faction, but he was different from the others.

He wondered about the clues left in the canyon and couldn't help but guess.

Why would people give up here?

From the rooms in the living quarters, it can be seen that the researchers were not in a hurry when they were evacuated, and at least they had time to clean up.

Moreover, if there is radiation, it proves that a harmful substance has leaked.

Why would the empire let it go?

He felt that he had to explore, and maybe there was a chance to live.

……

The rain was so heavy that even the wipers couldn't keep their hands full.

The inquiries of his subordinates woke Lu Zhan up from his memories, and he ordered to rest in place and avoid the rain.

He sat in the spacious back seat, sniffing the strong smell of low-quality engine oil, and held the position of his left shoulder.

There, it was full of burly muscles beyond ordinary people, and the green tendons were bulging, and they were as dense as dragons.

Judging from his appearance, he was no more than thirty years old, with a sloppy beard, rough and dark skin, a hooked gaze, and a subtle sadness in his expression.

Wearing a white-washed denim jacket.

The pants are military camouflage, presumably knockoffs, with several holes.

Frowning, a hoarse voice sounded.

"Two million skull coins, complete the quest and I can get the best healing ......"

Although the radiation brought him strength, Lu Zhan could not bear the feeling of being looked at by other humans with discriminatory eyes.

Even though he was used to gouging out the eyes of those guys, or cutting off their heads, he hated the taste......

You can't give up any chance to be a normal person!

He gently stroked the skin with one finger, hesitated, and pressed hard.

Sharp nails cut through the flesh and flowed out.

At this time, a strong fishy stench began to spread in the air.

His blood turned out to be dark green, like the bodily fluids of insects.

When the normally-looking sebum is separated, the exposed flesh also reveals an abnormal color.

Excessive red, with leaden ash, blended with each other, as if to tell the truth that he was not a normal person.

Pulling his hand away, the wound healed at a terrifying rate, and he pulled out a piece of paper as if nothing had happened, and wiped it clean.

Then, take out a thick journal from behind your seat and take a pen to write.

He buried his head and wrote diligently, and the dense words were engraved on the paper.

Outside the carriage, there was the sound of fierce rain, and inside, there was the "rustle" sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper.

Serious people generally don't keep a diary.

But Lu Zhan is not a serious person, so write a little.

He also gave his diary a name.

It's called "The Story of the Fallout Man"

No pop-ups()