day19
Xia Ning didn't take the incident on the 6th floor to heart. She was surprised by her neighbor's intervention, but she wouldn't be moved by it or change her principles.
As the new day dawned, the weather did not improve as people had hoped; instead, it worsened.
The water level has risen above the first floor, and even tricycles have been rendered obsolete. Now, rescue workers are using the kayaks that have been distributed to them.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky outside the window. In the torrential rain, the distinction between night and day blurred.
Aside from Xia Ning, who had anticipated it, the typhoon came as a complete surprise to everyone else.
Almost every moment of it could be placed in a disaster movie, shocking every viewer who sees it.
In Xia Ning's own words, it was like a small tsunami that had struck an inland city.
With a heart-shaking roar, a bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, followed by the churning of the water in the distance, as if some giant beast was about to leap out of the water.
Xia Ning silently took a few steps back from the reinforced glass, held up her binoculars, and sat in the "Phantom Princess's Car" to observe the hellish scene outside the window.
Before long, a strong wind swept in, carrying waves more than a meter high, crashing against the buildings along the way.
Xia Ning seemed to hear screams, but the sounds of terror coming from all directions were quickly drowned out by the sounds of wind, water, and thunder.
The wind howled, and the slanting rain, as if the ocean were pouring in, pounded against the windows with a clanging sound.
The building was shaking, as if it had been affected by another earthquake.
Xia Ning sat in the vehicle, watching the water level rise rapidly outside, instantly flooding the second floor.
Her younger sister curled up in her arms, occasionally letting out a soft whimper.
Xia Ning stroked its trembling body and whispered, "Don't be afraid."
A gale with instantaneous wind speeds exceeding 96 meters per second is sweeping across the entire city with devastating force.
Wherever it went, trees were broken, signs were blown away, and unstable buildings were blown apart...
An unprecedentedly strong storm cast a somber, deathly atmosphere over the city.
The streets were covered in a white expanse, and the surging water swept up cars and crashed into the homes on the ground floor.
Xia Ning saw countless shattered windows, a car crashing directly into a second-floor window, and a sign flying past her window, its fate unknown – who knows which building it will crash into.
Soon, she saw victims swept away by the waves, and survivors clinging to telephone poles, frantically calling for help.
Some of them were already outdoors and were caught completely off guard by the impact.
Some people took refuge indoors, but their doors and windows were smashed by falling objects, and then they were swept outside by the rainwater that rushed in.
Xia Ning even saw someone across the street, seemingly unafraid of death, open a window and lean out halfway to record a video with their phone, only to be knocked off balance by a gust of wind and fall into freefall.
The bright yellow electric light contrasted sharply with the gray-white rain curtain, creating a picture of an apocalypse.
The black dots scattered throughout the painting represent the sacrifices made by the artist.
Some low-rise buildings are as fragile as paper, easily destroyed.
Typhoon warnings echoed continuously over the city, reminding people to take evacuation measures.
Unfortunately, it was too late. All people could do at that moment was pray for the favor of fate.
People who grow up inland don't know what it means when a typhoon hits water.
Tsunami is just a word that appears in the news, and then kind-hearted people donate some money online and that's it.
In fact, they were not the first victims of the typhoon.
Cities closer to the sea than them withstood the vast majority of the impact; more than half of their buildings were destroyed, and a third of their residents perished before they could evacuate.
—Thump!
Xia Ning heard a loud bang; something had hit the balcony window, and a crack appeared in the glass.
Xia Ning ignored it and was already sitting steadily in her vehicle.
Only here can she feel safe.
Xia Ning had sealed the windows of the other rooms in advance, so there was no need to worry about rainwater flooding in. The balcony was an escape window that she had deliberately left open.
She was wearing a life vest, and the kayak was ready at any moment.
Xia Ning's little princess-brand car is great in every way, except it can't swim or fly.
Xia Ning wondered when vehicles could be upgraded to be amphibious, land, and air-based, or even fly into space like Transformers.
Xia Ning didn't move to another place to take refuge in advance because she calculated the days.
There are still eleven days until the end of the "Disaster City" dungeon. Even the worst game developers wouldn't wipe out the entire team halfway through.
If the casualties in a city are too high, the government will definitely arrange a mass relocation, and the disaster-stricken city will become a ruined city.
Therefore, Xia Ning decided to remain unchanged in the face of all changes.
If even her 8th-floor apartment can't escape the fate of being flooded, then nobody should live anymore.
The visibility outside was getting lower and lower. Although they lived in the city, they were like a lone boat on the vast ocean, trapped on the water and drifting with the current.
Xia Ning picked up her phone and refreshed the page repeatedly.
"There are currently 969 out of 1000 players on this map."
"There are currently 966 out of 1000 players on this map."
"There are currently 955 players out of 1000 on this map."
...
In just a few seconds, more than a dozen fell off.
Xia Ning wondered if some clever person thought they would be safe once they left the disaster city and had formed a group to escape to another region in advance.
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