In addition, the habit of urinating anywhere when there is no public toilet available makes the entire floor reek of urine.

Zhao Xiaoxiu squatted in the bucket and quietly covered her nose with her hand.

As a result, a sour and foul smell hit the top of my head, and only then did I belatedly realize that my little paws were black and there were sticky black stains under my nails.

Zhao Xiaoxiu: "......"

The base releases water between 6:00 and 7:00 AM.

Although it takes a full hour, there are so many people that if you arrive late, you won't be able to get any water.

When Zhao Gang arrived at the water collection point carrying two buckets and a child, the line was already 300 meters long.

Fortunately, the building manager and others maintained order, and everyone behaved relatively well.

But every morning when we fetch water, there are always minor conflicts.

Not everyone is like Zhao Gang, who owns two large-capacity plastic buckets.

Some residents couldn't even afford a bucket together, so they used mineral water bottles or bowls to collect the water, which made the process slower.

The people in line behind were getting impatient and couldn't help but urge the others on.

Thirteen years have passed since the apocalypse, and those who have survived are not to be trifled with. Coupled with the immense pressure to survive, people are in a constant state of tension, and it is not uncommon for them to kill each other at the slightest provocation.

Zhao Xiaoxiu squatted in a bucket that could fit two of her, watching the people around her fetching water while secretly observing the living father in front of her.

Ever since he left home and put on Zhao Gang's clothes, he seemed to have truly become Zhao Gang.

Whether it's the way they walk or the tone of their greetings to their neighbors, it's exactly the same, without the slightest difference.

Zhao Xiaoxiu was so impressed by his ability to imitate that she had the illusion that her biological father was still alive.

But he is not human after all.

A thin, thread-like antenna emerged from the back of Zhao Gang's hand, which was holding the bucket, and climbed onto the handle to reach Zhao Xiaoxiu.

Seeing her staring at her two black claws with a look of disgust, it couldn't help but curiously stretch out its tentacles and approach her two dark little claws.

Then, Zhao Xiaoxiu saw the tentacle shudder violently and shrink back with a "whoosh".

Her father immediately looked down at her, his expression complex and hinting at disdain.

Zhao Xiaoxiu chuckled, a strange sense of satisfaction rising within her: 'Looks like I'm not the only one who's been disgusted by the stench.'