“And I have a feeling that when the active area reaches 100%, there might be a breakthrough change.” Brian Sullivan thought.

This feeling came out of nowhere, a sixth sense with no explanation.

In fact, nearly two months had passed since the apocalypse began, and apart from figuring out some uses for activity and discovering a few mutant monsters, Brian Sullivan still knew nothing about this post-apocalyptic world.

Where did the meteor shower come from?

What has the world become?

What caused the evolution and mutation?

What exactly is activity?

Where does the road ahead lead?

All the answers remain unknown, waiting for Brian Sullivan to slowly explore—provided he survives.

……

In the underground warehouse of the water plant, all the bottled water that couldn’t be taken away had already been moved by Brian Sullivan into the first warehouse compartment. Then he locked the door and placed a long-wave transmitter inside for positioning.

He then refilled the entrance with sand and gravel.

He was preparing to leave Wuwei, the county town that had become a ruin, and head toward Hefei, the provincial capital, hoping to find some diesel there. Since the apocalypse, survival had become the highest priority, and supplies were the object of his daily toil.

The exhaust pipe spewed smoke.

The engine roared.

Melodious music drifted from the speakers as Brian Sullivan hummed along softly.

“On a dark desert highway.”

“Cool wind in my hair.”

“Warm smell of colitas.”

“Rising up through the air.”

“Up ahead in the distance.”

“I saw a shimmering light…”

The King Kong rumbled northeast toward the sun, leaving behind the ruined county town of Wuwei.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Brian Sullivan listened to the familiar song while watching the scenery along the road on the electronic screen, lost in thought. Two months ago, this place was still bustling, full of traffic, but now only broken walls and ruins buried in yellow sand and rubble remained.

Boom.

Suddenly, as the King Kong passed by, the ruins of a tall building collapsed, sending dust flying everywhere.

“That should be the Century Building.” Brian Sullivan slowed down, glanced at the ruins, and checked the radar map. He realized this was once the Century Building of Wuwei County. Below the Century Building was the hardware street, where Brian Sullivan often came to buy various types of spare parts.

After a pause, the King Kong continued forward.

Looking ahead, Brian Sullivan couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “A bit further ahead is Xingyuan Community…”

Soon, he arrived at the ruins of Xingyuan Community. It could hardly be called ruins anymore—just a flat ground paved with rubble, with no trace left of the once lively neighborhood of six-story buildings lined up side by side.

Brian Sullivan had a special attachment to Xingyuan Community.

Because he had lived there for over ten years. After his parents made money by driving trucks, they bought a house in Xingyuan Community. Brian Sullivan, who had always boarded at his grandparents’ house in the countryside while attending school, moved to Xingyuan Community as well. This was the first house his family ever bought. However, a few years after his parents passed away, Brian Sullivan sold the house.

The seven houses his parents left him were all sold off, to raise funds to build the King Kong.

If the apocalypse hadn’t really come, he would have been nothing but a crazy spendthrift.

Ironically,

Now it had become foresight.

He took a long, deep look, as if searching for traces of the past, then gave up: “Phew, nothing left to be sentimental about. Let’s go…”

A moment later.

The ruins of Wuwei County completely disappeared from the King Kong’s display screen, and Brian Sullivan and his vehicle once again drove into the endless yellow sands.

With no GPS or BDS, the King Kong’s route relied entirely on the compass and radar map for navigation.

Driving through this landscape of endless yellow sand could drive anyone mad, but fortunately, Brian Sullivan was not an ordinary person—he had long since grown used to this solitude.

He closed his eyes to rest, his willpower projected onto the King Kong.

He sensed that 85% of the vehicle was already occupied by activity. Brian Sullivan’s willpower swam through these active areas like a fish, then gathered the activity and charged toward the remaining 15% to carry out alloying.

It was a delicate task—after nearly two months, Brian Sullivan had only completed 85%.

But now, with the addition of wolf meat to supplement activity, this progress should speed up.

Activity was the greatest surprise of the apocalypse.

Suddenly, the dashboard emitted a beeping alarm.

Brian Sullivan’s eyes snapped open to see that the compass on the dashboard was sounding the alarm. The compass, which had been pointing steadily north, was now spinning wildly, with no fixed direction.

“Something’s wrong!”

Brian Sullivan immediately thought a crisis was about to happen—a normal reaction for someone with a persecution complex. Next, he noticed that the display screen on the right had dimmed. Of course, it wasn’t a problem with the screen itself, but the image captured by the camera had darkened.

He quickly pressed a few buttons, adjusted the camera angle, and aimed it at the sky on the right.