The days of acid rain have had a trendous impact on humanity.
Many people, amidst the acid rain and without proper protection, have contracted various diseases.
Moreover, the lack of clean drinking water over a prolonged period ultimately led to gastrointestinal diseases.
In Juzi Island,
people like Hai Chao, whose skin was scratched and then corroded by the acid rain,
ended up with increasingly severe wounds, affecting no less than thirty people.
And like Duan i, who went blind due to prolonged exposure to acid rain, two more cases have appeared.
Other people, more or less, have so issues, just varying in severity.
At Juzi Island, there was only one person who was not hard or even affected by the acid rain.
That person was Gan Shang.
Since that ti he went out and was drenched in acid rain, he felt his body stink while sleeping that night.
In the end, he had to take a bath.
Of course, he did it in his room, without letting anyone see.
In his room, there were also two maids whom he had originally chosen.
He had been staying in his room this entire ti, with electricity and food.
And won.
It didn’t feel too difficult for him.
Once a person has overco the toughest tis, facing smaller difficulties seems much easier.
Suddenly breaking away from the situation where the base could be breached by Zombies at any ti.
As the river water level rose, Gan Shang felt a sudden relief of his tensions.
An indulgent relaxation, since Hai Chao and others were on watch outside.
So Gan Shang closed his door, enjoying his freedom in his spacious hundred-plus-square-ter room.
They were not short of food.
After all, they had recently transported three tis the usual amount of food from the Western Alliance, enough to sustain them for a while.
But, what they lack now is a source of clean water!
Gan Shang lived lavishly in his room, using an electric kettle to distill water for his daily consumption.
And he didn’t have to do this himself; the maids, or rather the female slaves he acquired in exchange for half a ter of rice, handled it all for him.
In another room not far from his.
Hai Chao lay on the bed, motionless, almost like he was dead.
He wasn’t dead, just drunk and in pain from treating his wounds, so he fell asleep.
So of Gan Shang’s recent actions already dissatisfied Hai Chao, but he wasn’t the only one in charge here.
Besides Hai Chao, Gan Shang had gathered others like Old Sun, Baozi, Duan i, and Jiu Zhi.
Hai Chao, effective in his duties, was highly valued by Gan Shang and put in charge.
Among these people, Old Sun died in the clutches of Zombies, and Duan i lost an eye to the acid rain in this instance.
Under such circumstances,
the darkness and the acid rain,
the Zombies and the shortage of water sources made their lives extrely tough, suppressing many people’s emotions.
....
If night is a catalyst for emotions, then prolonged darkness can drive human emotions to a peculiar state.
Western Alliance.
A large territory with a high population.
There has always been inequality in this place.
Two days before the apocalypse struck, Gan Xiong quickly amassed a vast amount of funds to build this place.
In just two days, walls erged from the ground.
If not for the ti constraints, he could have built it even better.
Later, local snakes and various forces joined in.
Gan Xiong, seeing the food and resources they possessed, simply let them join.
With ti passing, more and more people joined.
So, Gan Xiong started having them grow crops; under the protection of the walls, the agriculture progressed smoothly.
However, last year’s drought and cold, this year’s locust plague ant they did not harvest much.
Following that, extre heat, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and then acid rain.
When they finally harvested, the crops were seventy percent less than a normal harvest would yield!
Rainy night, drizzle.
Outside the window, the strong wind was mixed with acid rain.
Ah Qiu—
Gan Xiong, slling the air mixed with acid rain, couldn’t help but sneeze.
He has rhinitis, a lifelong chronic issue.
Rustle—
He swiftly closed the window and sat in the room.
Although the room was stuffy, it was much better than the acidic air outside.
....
In the Western Alliance, besides Gan Xiong, there were the Zhang Family, Qian Family, Zhou Family, and Liu Family.
However, the Zhang Family was now gone, and the cannery previously owned by them naturally fell into Gan Xiong’s hands.
Apart from the founders of these families, there were also so common folk in the Western Alliance who joined later.
These people were much better off than those in the refugee camp at the South District of Juzi Island.
But they faced the sa issue—lack of food.
Thus, they could only rely on these powerful families.
Since the Zhang Family’s fall, the common people who depended on them had dispersed and turned to the other families.
But now, no one was willing to take new people in anymore.
It’s uncertain how much longer the rain will last, not to ntion this year’s autumn harvest was very scant.
Consequently, fewer openings were made available to new civilians wanting to attach themselves to these powers.
They never worried about lack of manpower; with sufficient food in hand, why worry about not being able to recruit enough people?
This led to the situation after the volcanic eruption, where these common folk, without a backer, were bullied by other civilians or mbers of these influential families within the Western Alliance.
They could not seek justice, nor could they resist.
Western Alliance, Southwest Corner.
Inside a low-lying bungalow.
Entering the room, the floor was waterlogged, nearly ten centiters deep.
Located in a depression, the long-lasting rain had naturally ford a puddle.
A man looked at the woman on the bed and walked over in despair.
"Qiqi, those powers, they aren’t looking for people anymore, nor is there work to find.
This ti, we might really not make it through."
The woman on the bed was pallid, her lips white, and despite the temperature being lower than 8 degrees, her forehead was sweating coldly.
"It’s okay, let’s wait. I’ll be fine."
The man saw the woman feigning strength just to console him and instantly, tears welled up in his eyes.
He hated that he was powerless as his wife had fallen ill since the high temperatures.
And he had been approaching various families, rely pleading to join,
then hoping soone would co to treat his wife.
Nobody cared.
Since he had nothing valuable to offer,
those with so dical knowledge wouldn’t even take a look.
Many people like him existed in the Southwest Corner,
this place seed to have beco a haven specifically for those in dire straits.
......
The longer the night, the wild beasts within one’s heart beat more furiously,
always throbbing until one day, they explode.
....
Big Camphor Tree Base.
He Bing and the others acted swiftly,
taking just one day to deliver the first batch of fifteen man-powered generators to the Second Outer City.
Dapao also transported so wood from the base using a truck to the Second Outer City.
Since Li Yu had He Chao and the others reassign rooms for Cooperative Personnel and Extra Staff, everyone was quite satisfied with the much larger space now.
Seeing the man-powered generators He Bing brought over, they excitedly moved the equipnt to the second floor.
This place was temporarily being used as their workspace.
Making bows, man-powered electricity...
All done here.
......
The acid rain continued, seemingly without ever reaching an end.
But as the acid rain persisted, the more zombies it attracted to any inhabited area.
Slowly from a minor Zombie Tide, they gathered strength.
The scale of the Zombie Tide continued to expand.
....
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Let’s speed up the progress tomorrow. (˃̶̤́꒳˂̶̤̀)
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