"The textile mill is here, the textile mill is here, get off quick!" The ticket seller roared at the top of his lungs from inside the train carriage.,Tuòruo trudged with her luggage from the back of the car to the doorstep, the foul smell inside disappearing. Tuòruo couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling as if she had finally survived.,A month later, a meteorite fell from the sky. The meteorite carried a virus that could turn people into zombies. Du Ruo's space could only store the dead, the living couldn't enter. Even in the apocalypse, it was still dangerous.。