August 22
"The Gangcheng Meteorological Observatory continued to issue a yellow gale warning signal at 12:00 on August 22: Affected by Super Typhoon Beria, from tonight to tomorrow, there will be northerly winds, with the maximum wind force on the coastal waters of Gangcheng reaching level 10-15 and gusts reaching level 17-18. The highest temperature is expected to be around 10℃ and the lowest temperature to be 1-3℃ for the next two days. Citizens are advised not to stay outdoors, and enterprises and institutions are advised to arrange for employees to work from home to avoid the adverse effects of the typhoon."
Major news outlets are repeatedly broadcasting news of the typhoon's landfall. However, the port city experiences several typhoons every year, so everyone is used to it, and many people are even celebrating that they can have a holiday.
"Belial truly deserves to be called the strongest Ultraman in my heart. I believe in the light again."
"Food and drink are ready, waiting for the Son of Light" (with a supermarket receipt attached)
"The upstairs neighbors are so weak, look at ours!" (Attached is a picture of a fully stocked snack cabinet and rice, flour, and oil in the kitchen)
"Is the person upstairs planning to hibernate at home? They've stocked up on way too much."
"Seeing how well everyone has prepared, I'll go to the supermarket to buy some too."
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As Xu Lin listened to the news on TV about the typhoon making landfall, she scrolled through her WeChat Moments to see everyone welcoming the typhoon. Who could have imagined that this typhoon would be the beginning of the apocalypse?
In my previous life, the typhoon started on August 31st. Because it was the day before school started, many parents were celebrating in the morning that there was only one day left before their children went back to school, only to post in the evening that the children's return to school had failed. In this life, it happened earlier. I wonder if it's because my rebirth created a butterfly effect.
Xu Lin stood by the window, looking out at the dense, dark clouds. It was only two in the afternoon, but it felt like seven or eight in the evening, without a ray of sunshine. People downstairs hurried by, many carrying shopping bags, presumably stocking up on supplies for the typhoon.
Xu Lin hoped that everyone would stock up on more supplies so that incidents of arson, murder, and looting could be delayed.
Not wanting to stand out, Xu Lin followed the group to the supermarket.
The supermarket next to my apartment complex truly lives up to its reputation as an international chain. Not only is it well-stocked, but it even thoughtfully provides "Beria's Gift Packs" for young people who don't cook. Besides various snacks, it also includes self-heating rice, self-heating hot pot, instant noodles, and more – a testament to their meticulous attention to detail. People even lined up to buy them; this marketing campaign deserves praise.
Xu Lin bought two bundles of noodles, a 10-jin bag of rice, and a 10-jin bag of flour. The vegetable section was so badly sold out that only a few leafy greens remained, so Xu Lin wasn't interested. She bought two bags of sunflower seeds and headed home.
While queuing to pay, I happened to run into 801. We stood at the same checkout window and nodded to each other as a greeting.
Half an hour later, Xu Lin came out of the mall first. It was only 4 p.m., but it was already completely dark outside. The wind mercilessly swept up the fallen leaves on the ground and slammed them onto the curb, just like her mother's hands when she was a child.
It was especially difficult to hail a taxi during the typhoon. The app showed that there were still 108 people ahead of her in the queue. Xu Lin said she wished she hadn't come out to join the crowd.
After waiting for 20 minutes, a Toyota Tundra stopped in front of Xu Lin, the window rolled down, revealing 801's handsome face.
"Get on the bus." The language was as concise as ever.
Xu Lin wasn't one to be pretentious. She said thank you, put the shopping bags in the covered trunk, opened the passenger door, and got in.
Xu Lin is socially awkward, especially around good-looking men, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get to know 801.
He coughed lightly, "Um... thank you for giving me a ride. It's hard to get a taxi in this weather."
"You're welcome
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