“操，这破世界真是没法过了。”李浩对着手机屏幕上不断刷新的新闻，顺手就把手里的方便面撕开，泡进泡面桶里。油腻腻的汤汁咕嘟咕嘟冒着泡，映着窗外昏黄的路灯光。三天前，一场全球性的怪病爆发了。新闻里全是哭嚎，各种画面晃来晃去。

他呼噜呼噜吸溜着面条，心里骂骂咧咧。“叫什么叫，死了就死了，跟我有个逼关系。” famine is better than hunger. This is what his grandmother always said. But now, the world outside the window is completely different. All the living people are either zombies or potential monsters. It’s a total mess.

He finished the instant noodles and threw the disposable bowl into the corner. Since the outbreak, he hadn't dared to go out even once. What if he met those hungry zombies? He shuddered. His small apartment was located on the top floor of a ten-story building. It had a relatively good view, but the most important thing was that it was hard for others to break in.

He took out the mysterious space again. It was still a small black box, but now it seemed a little larger. He poured a small amount of medicinal liquid into his palm through the hole in the box and applied it to his hand. The liquid was cool and smooth, and after a while, he felt that his body was a little stronger.