Nanling, south side.
The long stretch of Nanling has now beco a natural barrier against the wind.
But the typhoon is too fierce; its height reached 8000 ters, still piercing through Nanling.
South side of Nanling.
Trees all over the mountains were swept by the typhoon, so were blown into the sky, so were snapped at the waist.
So still stood firm, but were bent over by the wind.
Bird nests on the trees were all destroyed, bird bodies swayed in the wind.
The yellow and white on the ground are the eggs blown down by the wind.
The piercing wind sounds like a Demon’s howl.
The world seems like it’s ending.
If you overlook from tens of thousands of ters high, you can see this typhoon forming a circular vortex, moving north at a speed of dozens of kiloters per hour.
The view from the high altitude is breathtaking, an awe at such absolute beauty.
But within this absolute beauty, hides terrifying disaster.
Center of the typhoon eye.
Yuebei Shao City.
Among those who survived the disaster, so curiously peered through windows from inside their hos, looking outside.
Due to the fierce air rotation around the typhoon eye, centrifugal force makes it difficult for outside air to enter the central area, so the eye area is like an isolated tube surrounded by cloud walls, assaulting savagely.
Ruins and rubble.
The whole city seems bombed out.
Debris is everywhere.
Even on one building, there is a large tree, tens of ters high, inserted through the glass.
This scene leaves one laughing and crying.
Within the typhoon eye, calm prevails.
It seems the typhoon never passed, but as they look up at the clouds in the sky.
They swear, it’s the most beautiful, most breathtaking scene they’ve seen in their lifeti.
The sky is held close by clouds; heaven seems near them.
The center of the typhoon eye forms a vortex shape.
At a collapsed building corner, a man tily avoided damage by squatting in the corner, though the building collapsed, the stable triangular corner let him escape the disaster.
He pushed hard against the collapsed wall before him, but despite all his strength, he could not push away the heavy debris.
The rain brought in by the typhoon raised the water level, slowly climbing from his ankles to his abdon.
He fumbled around, finding a larger gap on his left side.
He couldn’t stay here any longer; once the eye passed, the typhoon would continue.
By then, he wouldn’t be so lucky.
If lucky, the corner behind him wouldn’t collapse but would be subrged by the rising water level.
If unlucky, the fierce wind would continue, his surrounding walls would collapse, crushing him to death.
Stay here, death awaits either way.
Every second counts.
He must leave before the typhoon returns, seek another place for protection.
The water level has reached his waist.
He tested the gap on the left side with his foot.
With determination, he pinched his nose with one hand, took a deep breath, and dove underwater, pushing his head through the position his foot marked earlier.
His other hand slowly traced the gap, finding it within seconds.
Having only one hand wasn’t enough, so he released the hand pinching his nose, using both hands to feel the gap.
Both hands grabbed the gap from left and right, ford by two collapsed walls.
Within the gap, rebar protruded horizontally.
With exertion, he pushed his head through the gap.
The head successfully went through.
Then, he pushed with both hands, attempting to use the collapsed walls for montum.
But just as he exerted force, one of the rebars grazed his waist.
In the murky floodwater, crimson blood flowed.
A painful expression erged on his face, a pained cry escaped his mouth.
Gurgle gurgle.
Accidentally swallowed so water, the oxygen in his lungs squeezed out.
His face turned ashen, an indication of oxygen deficiency.
He knew he couldn’t stay underwater for long, or he’d suffocate.
Against the pain from the wound on his waist, he used all his strength to push against the collapsed wall.
Rrrrip.
Finally, his waist escaped the gap, though his pants were torn and a gash left by rebar.
Next, his legs erged.
Lastly, he kicked both feet to the sides, stretched both hands upward.
Finally surfaced.
Huu huu huu huu—
His throat, like a blower, violently gasped for air.
Face turned pale from blue.
Water dripped from his hair.
He looked around, what once was a building dozens of ters high is now rubble.
Looking around, chaos enveloped.
Rubble was everywhere.
The water level was waist-high.
He looked up at the sky, saw the typhoon eye.
Awe-struck by the scene in the eye’s center.
But he didn’t stand long, looked around again, saw no sign of people.
However.
Suddenly, he heard the growls of Zombies.
His head turned slowly, chanically.
Only to see behind the ruins, a dense horde of Zombies, lower body subrged, upper body exposed, pressed toward him ominously.
In an instant, he was nearly scared out of his wits.
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