If there are enough supplies, these people can survive until the fog passes.
They have confidence.
Besides, the base didn't completely ignore them.
After counting the people who stayed, they sent people to seal the windows for them.
As long as there is no external destruction, the white fog will not come in on a large scale.
With the door closed, they lie on their own little beds covered with plastic sheets, and the living environment is pretty good.
In the first week of the white fog, humans were afraid because of the unknown.
Everyone in the house was very honest, and a week passed in peace.
But be careful, no matter how little you eat, you still need to go to the toilet and drink water, right?
It takes courage to eat and poop at home.
Unless people are pushed to the limit, they really can't do such a courageous thing.
To some extent, some white mist will inevitably be brought in during the action.
After the white mist is brought in, it will quickly disperse, so the tiny white flying insects flying in the air cannot be seen by the naked eye.
Without realizing it, people have already been attacked by flying insects.
The initial changes will not be noticeable.
People who live in a dormitory bed just feel that they are very energetic and not easily sleepy at first.
I still think it’s a good thing.
In the past, we were busy going out fishing every day, and there was a pile of undone work at home. Now we finally have some free time, some are sewing clothes, and some are playing mahjong together.
It's so relaxing.
Not having to work and just lying down every day, how happy it is.
Leaf cards are made by drawing numbers on plants with a pollution level of more than 40%, so that they can be used as playing cards.
People jokingly called it the Leaf Card.
It’s a cheap form of entertainment.
By the second week, everyone started to get nervous.
The water they collected was not mineral water. It was placed in a dirty plastic bucket. After a week, it had become a little dirty.
Unlike living underground, the base has dedicated people in charge of food. They eat and drink their own food, and even start to eat bean cakes sparingly.
I was afraid that people would starve to death before the white fog passed.
That would have been fine, but they found it difficult to fall asleep!
I was very tired at first, and when I was at the base, I could fall asleep as soon as I lay down on the bed without even dreaming.
Now it takes me a long time to fall asleep after tossing and turning.
When people can't sleep, they tend to have wild thoughts.
Many details and things that they had previously ignored will come to their mind, causing them to struggle over and over again.
It's like I'm stuck in a dead end, experiencing the same thing over and over again.
Those shameful and painful experiences keep repeating themselves.
This matter will not be tolerated.
I'm so irritable.
This is just the beginning, they can still fall asleep at this time.
Although it is a little less, it is not enough to cause complete insomnia.
But gradually, they found something was wrong.
At the beginning, I could sleep more than 10 hours a day, but by the second week, it was reduced to 5 hours a day!
This is considered a good sleep.
By the end of the third week, many people were already unable to sleep.
With bloodshot eyes, they huddled in a cramped safe house built with plastic sheets, listening to the chaotic noises around them.
Irritable.
I opened my eyes wide and pressed my face against the plastic sheet, trying to see the excitement happening outside and distract myself, but I could see nothing.
Because the windows were sealed shut, they had no money to buy lights and the house was in total darkness.
They dared not open the door, for the light had already left them.
They are like cockroaches living in the dark, struggling to survive.
The wine that I spent a huge amount of money to buy has long been used up.
Now they had no way to deal with the white fog and could only endure it day by day.
Many of them have already experienced dizziness and headaches. Even if they do nothing, just lying in bed they feel extremely tired, weak all over, and sore in the waist and knees!
I even started to feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, stomach pain and heartburn.
Keep breathing through your mouth.
Even so, I still felt like there was a huge rock pressing on my chest.
Physical discomfort is also accompanied by emotional anxiety and depression.
Friction between people began to increase.
Small things like the person in the next bed turning over too hard or the person going to the bathroom closing the door too loudly can cause them to fight.
At this time, some people can't sit still!
They secretly gathered together, formed small gangs, and started smashing, looting and robbing.
Oppress those who are weaker than them.
Tear open these people’s safe houses with your bare hands, snatch away their food and water, and use their bodies to block the door.
"Give it to me! You're a loser! You'll die sooner or later! You might as well let me eat it!"
"I've been wanting to cook some bean cake porridge for a long time! This crap is going to break my teeth!"
"Give it back to me! Give me back the bean cake! Please! Without the bean cake, our family will starve to death!"
"Then go to hell, go to hell!"
Someone huddled in bed, indifferent to the actions of others, staring blankly, muttering to himself, "3 days! I haven't slept for 3 days! I haven't slept for 3 days!"
They had nowhere to hide. The place was so cramped that there wasn't even enough space under the bed.
The elderly and women who are physically weak can only beg.
"You beast! You beast! Let go of my daughter...let go of my daughter! I will fight you to the death!"
"Dad! Dad! Save me, it hurts!" His daughter cried heartbreakingly. She was exactly 17 years old, stuck at an awkward age.
He couldn't become a gifted person, and he was one year older than when he entered the dungeon.
At this moment she was surrounded by five men, her clothes were torn off and she struggled desperately.
The others huddled to one side, covering their heads tightly, and no one dared to move.
It seems that this way we can't see the tragic situation before our eyes.
"Hahaha... didn't you scold me last time? I told you to! Go ahead and scold me! Keep scolding me! Are you going to continue scolding me? Huh?!"
As the man spoke, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the woman's face. Her distorted face made him look like a devil.
A short man, with all his limbs broken, was twisted in an abnormal posture, with his whole body being strangled by the neck and pressed into a pit of feces.
Rolling and struggling.
The hatred in his eyes was so intense that it could turn him into a ghost.
What did he do wrong?
He treated others with kindness and tolerance throughout his life and was polite to everyone.
They worked as hard as a bee, without stopping for a moment, desperately accumulating supplies, but it was still not enough to move to the underground city.
Because he still needs to eat.
If they took out all their points, they would have enough money to buy tickets, but not enough to buy bean cakes.
But it doesn’t matter, just be alive.
He built a safe place for his daughter.
They were very careful and always paid attention, using a little alcohol to disinfect every day.
Until now, when others can't sleep, they can still sleep 4 hours a day.
If he persisted like this, he was absolutely confident that he could survive.
But when he was full of hope.
These gangsters rushed out and destroyed his daughter and his home!
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