Big Duck.
As the largest Nuclear Power Station, both technically and practically, it reached a leading level before Doomsday.
The level of safety has always been extrely high.
Nuclear Power Stations are generally built in Coastal areas, not just because of the high demand for electricity in Coastal regions.
But also because being close to the coast, Nuclear Power Stations use a large amount of cooling water to cool the reactor and temperature-sensitive equipnt, and Coastal areas have more abundant water resources to et the large water supply needs of the Nuclear Power Station.
Additionally, Nuclear Power Stations require multiple transportation thods like rail, road, or waterway; the favorable transportation conditions of Coastal areas allow easier acquisition of the necessary raw materials and the transport of reactor fuel, etc.
Once a Nuclear Power Station leaks, it typically affects an area with a radius of 30 kiloters, and if an explosion occurs, the impact is even greater.
With the raging typhoon of over level twenty sweeping through, the once indestructible Nuclear Power Station could no longer hold out and experienced a leak.
And at this ti, it was also typhoon rain, with torrential rain washing the nuclear waste water into the ocean.
The wild waves in the ocean collided with the water rushing down.
Splashed even bigger waves.
Apart from this place, several other Nuclear Power Stations in Coastal areas also experienced leaks.
All of this, under the furious typhoon, seed silent.
As if nothing had happened.
However, so Zombies near the Nuclear Power Station unknowingly underwent changes, becoming physically contaminated, and their entire bodies were filled with radiation.
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Under natural disaster.
True feelings are seen in adversity.
But human nature can also be seen.
Before the arrival of Doomsday, so wealthy people avoided the situation by retreating into large Bunkers that they had prepared years in advance.
The construction of these Doomsday Bunkers was not because they knew years ahead that Doomsday would break out.
But because they had money, were fascinated by Doomsday movies, or to prepare for a rainy day.
Whether for interest or precaution, building a Bunker was just a trifling expense.
Yet, they didn’t expect the Doomsday Bunker to be put to use!
Beyond a hundred kiloters from the coast.
Lanxi.
On a thirty-acre mansion in the countryside.
Halfway up the hill.
Inside the Bunker.
Brightly lit, a family of six resides here.
This Bunker is fully half an acre in size, over three hundred square ters.
Ten ters underground, still built halfway up the hillside.
Before Doomsday, the male owner was once a pharmaceutical industry tycoon, thriving like none other.
Outside is the howling wind and rain, the typhoon roaring.
Inside the Bunker, enough supplies are stored to sustain these people for twenty years.
Since the outbreak of Doomsday, this family has been staying put, at most just walking around in their own estate.
Due to being located in the suburbs and staying inside the Bunker all the ti, not many Zombies are around.
With the advance accumulation of resources, they’ve managed to survive till now; although it’s always stuffy in the Bunker, there are also so simple entertainnt facilities to keep them occupied.
In several natural disasters, they have relied on the Bunker’s resilience to survive till now.
There were once Survivors who ca here to scavenge, but the Bunker was very hidden, and they did not discover it.
Extres of cold and heat, droughts, floods, this sturdy Bunker isolated it all, allowing them to live safely till now.
Originally, this typhoon was just a minor affair for them.
After all, a typhoon can’t blow down an entire mountain, right?
However, now they are facing a severe problem, the Bunker’s air system has malfunctioned.
It’s not a problem with the air filtration system but a simple yet deadly issue, the vent is blocked.
The oxygen generator is broken.
As of now, the remaining air in the Bunker can only sustain them for a maximum of twelve hours.
Twelve hours, either they go out and clear the vent.
Or the typhoon stops.
But the typhoon is still raging.
It’s been blowing for three days straight.
On the third day of the typhoon’s arrival, for so reason, perhaps sothing blew over the vent and clogged it.
In the hall.
Six people sit around a table.
Two elderly people with greying hair, a middle-aged couple.
And a pair of siblings.
The atmosphere at the table is tense.
The approximately twelve-year-old brother is playing a ga on an iPad.
Not even looking up.
The middle-aged man sitting in the center frowns after seeing his youngest son playing gas.
Already in a bad mood, now it gets even worse.
He slams the table.
Bam!
"Song Yile, it’s such a critical ti, and you’re still playing gas?"
The young boy pouts and rebelliously responds, "Since we’re going to die anyway, does it matter what we do?"
"You, rebellious child!!!" The dignified middle-aged man is so angry that his chest is heaving.
The middle-aged beautiful woman beside him stops his hand and says, "Ah, leave him be. Anyway, it’s not sothing he needs to deal with."
The elderly couple across the table also speak up, "Let Lele play; there aren’t many entertainnts available here, being in this Bunker for so long, don’t ntion how boring it is, even we’re getting bored."
After hearing his wife and parents’ words, the middle-aged man drops his raised hand powerlessly.
"Sigh...."
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Doomsday has been ongoing for more than two years, almost three.
I still occasionally go outside the Bunker; yet my son, under the protection of my parents and wife, is always kept from going out.
This son has never even killed a Zombie!
An unspeakable sense of powerlessness.
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