Building No. 7 Of Sunshine Community, outside the air-raid shelter renovated by the underground civil air defense project, there was a dull crashing sound mixed with a heart-wrenching scratching sound, as if countless evil spirits were seeking their lives outside the door.
In the air-raid shelter, the air was suffocatingly turbid, mixed with the smell of sweat, urine and an indescribable smell of despair. The emergency lights emitted a pale light, making the figures on the wall distorted and hideous.
Gu Han leaned against the cold load-bearing pillar, breathing heavily. The blue mesh member's vest he was wearing was soaked with sweat and someone's black blood, and stuck to his body hard. He tightly held a yellowed cardboard box in his arms, his knuckles turning a sickly pale color from excessive exertion.
Inside the carton were twenty boxes of military-grade emergency compressed biscuits.
