Zhang Zihao died of illness on a day when the weather was completely clear.
The howling wind stopped, and the hail ceased.
The sun, which had been absent for a long time, reappeared, but he was not in a good mood at the time.
His illness was too serious.
I don't know when it started, but a patch on his foot began to fester.
I initially thought it was just an infected and festering wound somewhere, but later I discovered that even a piece of flesh had rotted away.
Zhang Zihao only realized later that he had diabetes.
When he discovered he had diabetes, his body was already in the late stages of diabetes.
After all, he had developed diabetic foot, which meant that his body had reached a point of no return.
However, Zhang Zihao was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was very happy.
"I never imagined I'd die of diabetes. Hahahaha!"
He remembered his past life.
At that time, a severe cold descended, and he suffered from hunger and cold, eventually surviving for a month by eating various things.
In the end, he was deceived by Li Sisi, and then his body was devoured by others.
That memory has become clear again for some reason.
Zhang Zihao was somewhat dazed; he suddenly realized that he was a complete waste.
It's not so bad that he died in his previous life lacking food and clothing. But now, with almost unlimited food, he still struggled to this extent.
He felt he had lived long enough.
However, he was still somewhat unwilling to accept that he had not yet seen the apocalypse being driven out.
He waited and waited, and finally the sky cleared up.
Zhang Zihao had no idea whether the clear weather was due to the next round of apocalyptic weather or whether the apocalypse had truly ended.
But none of this mattered to him anymore.
He decided to die on this sunny day.
It's as if the apocalypse never happened.
Before he died, he began frantically copying books and electronic devices and placing them in his room.
If anyone is still alive, they might know that humanity was once a race with a glorious civilization.
The sky has cleared up now.
He should die too.
As if by telepathy, the thought had just arisen when he was suddenly struck by a sharp pain in his heart.
Zhang Zihao closed his eyes and left this world.
His death attracted many animals.
These animals had almost no intelligence; they devoured his carcass almost entirely on instinct.
After that, he was just bones, and even those bones fell apart.
The vastness of the heavens and earth made it seem as if he had never existed.
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"The sky has cleared up."
"Wake up, everyone! The sky is clearing up."
"The wind has stopped."
"Everyone, get up!"
In the underground base, Rhodes was both surprised and delighted when he felt the wind stop blowing.
God knows how much pressure he has been under this past year.
People commit suicide every day, with the highest record being two thousand deaths in a single day.
Suicidal thoughts spread like a plague.
Even though Rod encouraged people to keep living, it was to no avail.
In fact, fewer and fewer people are coming to collect food each day, while the number of people making cured meat is increasing.
Rhodes was consumed by deep self-blame.
He couldn't understand why everything he did seemed wrong, and why he felt completely powerless to save people from death.
When death becomes a release and suicide becomes an honor, he can no longer stop it.
After that, he handed over the task of distributing food to others, while he spent his days observing the weather outside, hoping that it would clear up.
However, deep down he probably also felt that this was impossible.
The apocalypse has been going on for four years, and for these four years, people have been living each day as if it were an eternity.
How could the end of the world just disappear like that?
Even Rhodes didn't believe the apocalypse would end, so much so that he hadn't even realized it when the weather cleared up.
When he came to his senses, he immediately shouted to everyone, "The sky has cleared up! Everyone, hurry up and get to the ground. I still have some seeds. Plant them so we can have more food."
However, no one remembers it.
Rhodes then noticed that the entire base was filled with the stench of rotting corpses and excrement.
He disregarded the filth and went to see where people were gathered.
However, there were no living people.
They are all dead.
Some died of illness, while others died from fighting.
But the vast majority of them died by suicide.
As Rhodes delegated tasks to others, the number of suicides increased.
Even those who were tasked with distributing food were infected by people who had committed suicide.
He died too.
It was suicide.
Only then did Rod realize that he hadn't seen anyone in a long time.
There was no sound of people coming from the entire base.
So they're all dead.
They were all dead.
"you……"
"Waaah!"
Rhodes broke down.
He thought he was a good leader, at least able to lead people to a safe base.
But what was unexpected was that these people used death to find another form of liberation.
Some of the corpses were so decomposed that their bones were exposed.
He stumbled and staggered to the exit of the base.
Outside the export area, the sun was still shining brightly and the climate was pleasant.
He was somewhat dazed, and even wondered if this really was the end of the world.
Perhaps this is an adjustment period before the end of the world.
It might just be a sunny day, followed by low temperatures or drought, just like before.
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