Before the gale had subsided, hail began to fall again.
At first, the hail simply followed the strong winds, and many animals were hit and their skulls were fractured.
Afterwards, the buildings that humans once built were riddled with holes by the hail.
Hearing the crackling sounds outside, Xia Muge couldn't help but sigh.
The sound was too loud.
Although the villa stubbornly held on, the huge hailstones, like small cannonballs, had already left the walls uneven.
Most importantly, such sounds cannot be completely blocked out even when wearing earplugs.
Xia Muge was powerless to do anything about it.
He even built an igloo outside the villa, but the igloo melted easily.
To put it bluntly, the current environment is simply not suitable for ice to form.
Despite the strong winds, the temperature remains above 20 degrees Celsius.
Of course, the worst thing right now is that Qin Chuchu's computer has completely lost its satellite signal.
Now that all local area networks are down, people can no longer communicate over long distances.
In response, Xia Muge could only comfort her beloved daughter and try her best to prevent her from developing any psychological trauma in this environment.
They're currently hiding in the basement, which is doing alright.
Apart from some potential issues with excretion, everything else is fine.
However, for the human base, this moment marked the beginning of an eternal night for civilization.
Equator, in a human base.
Rhodes was somewhat irritated.
Now, the food, drink, and toilet needs of 100,000 people are on his shoulders, and even the disposal of their waste is a major problem.
They couldn't relieve themselves outside because the wind was too strong and there was hail outside. Unless they went out wearing armor, they would die a horrible death.
However, the underground base itself is not very large.
When the base was built, although it had a simple drainage and sewage system, it was still difficult to completely eliminate waste. However, it was a time of severe cold, and even if there was excrement, it was difficult for any odor to be emitted due to the extreme cold.
But things are different now.
This is a stinking septic tank.
That's not the most important thing. After all, as long as you can survive, you can just endure it.
The problem is that the desire to survive among the people here is getting lower and lower.
In other words, they are not alive, but simply not yet dead.
One noticeable change is that in the past, when Rhodes distributed food, there were always people who complained that the food was not enough.
But now they won't protest; instead, they'll accept this outcome.
This is terrible.
Food represents a person's means of survival. When a person doesn't even strive for these means of survival, it means he is simply waiting for death.
Thinking of this, Rhodes couldn't help but sigh.
He looked at the weather outside.
The wind was still howling.
The only advantage is that there is a lake next to the base, and some fish and water can easily be blown to the base by the wind.
However, these things are insignificant in the face of the despair shrouded by the raging wind.
Although strong winds don't kill people, the disasters they bring are very real.
The world is now shrouded in sandstorms, and almost everyone has come to believe that the world will be destroyed.
Civilization has entered eternal night.
The people in the base, buried by sandstorms, also felt suffocated.
This kind of suffocation is not the suffocation of being oppressed, but the suffocation of feeling hopeless and being unable to turn over.
No one knows how much longer human civilization can last; we are all just barely clinging to life.
There are no more newborns at the base.
Many women lose their ability to conceive after multiple miscarriages due to malnutrition.
Even these women felt this was the best outcome; the birth of a newborn would be unfair to them.
How much of a future can a civilization without newborns have?
This is the answer everyone can give: there is no future.
It's only a matter of time before humanity faces extinction.
Rhodes sighed.
He cannot give up hope yet; if even he gives up, then these people are truly doomed.
It must be acknowledged that Rhodes possessed lofty personal ideals and will.
It's a pity that even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice.
At this moment, he needed a lot of supplies, but Zhang Zihao, who had a lot of supplies, was huddled in a corner.
He lived on the first floor.
The outside world is all collapsed ruins.
There are also many rats and insects on this floor.
However, they seemed to keep to themselves from him; occasionally, if Zhang Zihao threw a few bones, they would snatch them away.
After this happened many times, even rats started keeping Zhang Zihao company.
Zhang Zihao didn't mind; he needed something to attract his attention.
Even rats would be enough.
However, even this mouse couldn't stay for long.
It disappeared very quickly.
Perhaps it found a new nest, or perhaps it died.
In this era, even human life is fragile, let alone that of rats.
Zhang Zihao, however, was numb to it.
His eyes are now empty and lifeless, and his luck is rapidly diminishing.
Although he still has vital signs and can eat, his excessive obesity has eventually taken its toll on his body.
He developed diabetes.
This is a cancer that doesn't kill.
But to his dismay, he didn't know he had diabetes; he only felt that he was easily hungry.
Fried chicken isn't enough, so let's have rice.
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