The roar of melting glaciers still echoed in my ears, but I lost consciousness in the hot sunshine. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the last 45 days before the end.
The sun outside the window is still bright, and the news is still broadcasting irrelevant tidbits, but I know that forty-five days later, there will be a major earthquake that is rare in a century; seventy days later, high-temperature corrosion will devour humans crazily; three months later, the global resources will be completely exhausted, and the survivors will kill each other for a mouthful of food.
This time, I mortgaged my property to stock up on fuel and clean water, and built a shelter on the top of the mountain. When my former friend cried and begged me to take him in, I clutched the key to the warehouse - in this world of the jungle, kindness will only become a shackles to death.
The countdown has begun. This time, I not only have to survive, but I also have to find a way out for myself in a desperate situation.
