Xiangshan Film and Television City Base.
The thirteen-year-old boy gripped the Zombie Album in his hand, his gaze lost as he watched the crowd coming and going around him, not knowing where his future lay or what he could do here.
He once had a warm family.
With the apocalypse's arrival, everything had vanished.
"You, come with me."
A survivor at the base shouted, leading this group of poor newcomers into a spacious room.
The newcomers were full of curiosity about everything here.
One of them asked curiously,
"Big brother, is this place managed by the government?"
Everyone looked on expectantly.
To them, wherever they went was fine; all they wanted to know was whether it was government-managed because if it was, the government would surely take care of them.
The man stopped and looked at this group of survivors, understanding what was on their minds.
