"Fuck..."
In the dimly lit building, a Scavenger with only half a body left was crawling on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood that mingled with the many stains from other victims already there.
The surrounding wires and light bulbs flickered with electric sparks, casting a gloomy and obscure light.
All electronic equipment in the Long Beach scrapyard suddenly exploded, and the servers supporting the Scavengers' internal communication had turned into cyber bombs, frying the brains of the unlucky ones who were using the network at that moment.
Just ten minutes ago, he was relieved that he wasn't watching porn on the net at that time, but now his thoughts had changed:
Damn it, to be alive is like this, those who died just now only had to die honestly, but those of us still alive have to fumble in the dark, making nerve-wracking repairs to the circuits, never knowing if we'll be electrocuted by some wire...
