Apocalypse #1: State Machine

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1- The first thing you do when you wake up.

Ye Mingxiao suddenly opened her eyes.

This is a small one-bedroom, with gray water stains on the yellowed walls, a small piece of moss growing in the corner of the wooden door near the bathroom, and a few books are piled messily on the small desk at the foot of the bed. The black water-based pen rested on the half-spread notebook, and the laptop on the table was still tangled in the middle of a pile of power cords. Beside the computer, there was a half-bitten bun and a black hair tie.

Everything in front of her seemed familiar and unfamiliar.

Finally, her eyes fell on the blue dolphin-shaped alarm clock on the edge of the desk. The little dolphin with its fish tail rolled into a circle hugs the same-colored clock dial. The hour hand reaches 7:27, and the date—

She picked up her mobile phone from the bedside table like sleepwalking and slid off the screen to point out the calendar, September 1, 2029! Ye Mingxiao's body trembled slightly.

She remembered it too clearly. This day was recognized by later scientists as the day when the apocalypse came, and this was the last rental house she lived in before the apocalypse!

Ye Mingxiao stretched out her hand
— ten fingers were long and slender, and her knuckles were still intact. It was not the hand that was broken ten years later and could no longer be curled.

She pinched the her hand really hard, it hurts.

'So, is she reborn?'

Ye Mingxiao couldn't believe that even in those days and nights when she was struggling to survive, what she had done that she did not dare to dream in the most beautiful dream actually happened to her!

She got up and suddenly opened the water blue printed curtains. The sound of people and horses outside the window seemed to have opened the barrier, rushing and screaming towards Ye Mingxiao——

The aunt who sold the buns with the accent of Hedong Province said loudly, "Do you want two buns?"

Next to the auntie, the big iron pan for frying fried dough sticks made a "sizzling" sound, and the fragrant oil fumes were lingering and rising, wrapping all passers-by.

Two middle school students in blue and white sports uniforms rode bicycles, turning left and right, struggling through the crowd.

The old ladies and the old men who played Tai Chi in the park were already talking and laughing and walking back.

'It's all so real.'

Ye Mingxiao is like a ghost who is greedy for yang in the world, inhaling deeply and exhaling deeply, lingering in the fireworks and red dust.

'It's nice to be alive.'

"Ring, ring, ring", the small dolphin alarm clock rang suddenly, Ye Mingxiao's thoughts were instantly pulled back to reality, and when he looked at the alarm clock again, the minute hand was set at 7:30.

There are only two hours left before the gates of hell open.

Ye Mingxiao jumped up, she had to do something!

She didn't think of what to do for a while, but one thing was clear: this plague disaster was the beginning of the catastrophe of the entire human race. If she was alone, she would be destroyed along with everyone in the end. She——

Ye Mingxiao rushed to the desk, opened the computer cover, and closed it again. No, she lacked personal influence, and her rash warning could easily be passed on as a joke and would not attract enough attention. Moreover, there are some things that she needs to verify in person, picking up her mobile phone and she plan to call the police, but put it down after dialing twice. In case the police question, how will she answer? She can't reveal it yet! At least, not too quickly exposed.