Cheap incandescent lights hang from the ceiling, emitting cheap light. The rock ceiling is only a few meters high, making the surrounding space extremely oppressive.
No TV, no computer, no newspapers or news, no beds or blankets, just sleeping bags and trash cans.
Everyone is crowded in the hall, with halls above and halls below.
The toilet has no toilet bowl, only makeshift squat toilets. The foul odor spreads, making people nauseous.
This is the shelter that countless people have hoped for, the only way for them to survive.
"I'll have a cup of tea, thank you."
Taking a bottled tea from the robot's hand, Old Huang unscrews the cap and gulps down the entire cup.
Then he looks around at the surroundings and his freshly made bed. He can't help but say, "Can people really live in this ghostly place?"
He just finished tying his hands and came back to see someone had vomited on the ground next to his bed, and the robot hadn't come to clean it yet.
It's simply unbearable.
"It's good to have a place to stay, at least we can live. We're still the privileged class. Not only do we not have to sleep on the floor, we even have dedicated beds, we belong to the top one percent of people. Others don't even have a place to stay."
His bedmate, a civil engineering old brother whom he just met, lying on the bed after finishing his biscuits, said boredly.
"We're considered to be well-treated. You go up a few floors and see, there, people can only sleep on the floor. When they feel cold, freezing, or freezing, no one helps. They can only stay there alone with their tears and snot."
"Compared to them, we are doing very well. Old Ge, don't feel dissatisfied."
As he spoke, he tore open another pack of biscuits, eating while pointing to the place where someone had just vomited, and continued, "Look, here comes the robot. We still have someone to clean up for us, don't be dissatisfied."
Looking over to where he pointed, Old Huang did see a new robot running over to clean up. Whether it's clean or hygienic, at least someone...
Cleaned it up, right?
"Sigh."
There wasn't really anything he could refute to the old brother's words.
Indeed, compared to the people on the upper floors, the place where these experts and scholars live is already considered good. At least there are robots to clean up, and there are beds to sleep on.
Thinking of this, he remembered the scene he saw yesterday when he first arrived on the upper levels.
People lying listlessly on the floor, the incandescent lights on the ceiling burning day and night, becoming their only reliance.
The flow of people sat down according to the numbers assigned to them before they arrived, some on the first floor, some on the second floor, crowding together.
At this time, there weren't many resources left to maintain order above, and only some robots were left to maintain the most basic order and allocate bed and position numbers.
Every moment, thousands, even tens of thousands of people were sent here by high-speed trains, buses, and helicopters. They got off the transport vehicles, squeezing towards the inside, unable to even form orderly queues.
This is natural, after all, a shelter can accommodate tens of millions of people. With daily traffic in the millions, if they had to queue up, there wouldn't be enough time.
The shelter's gate is tens of meters wide, with dozens of fenced-off paths barely providing a semblance of order. Their university group walked through a dedicated path amidst the crowded environment, from the first floor to over fifty floors underground.
Each floor houses tens of thousands of people, and the halls are several square kilometers large, but the ceilings are not high.
Robots come and go in the shelter, some are handling the waste left by the flow of people, while others are constructing new areas.
There are hundreds of toilets on each floor, but even those are not enough. People often defecate and urinate in the corners, making the entire periphery of the shelter extremely foul-smelling, the stench is unbearable.
"Sigh, if only these things didn't happen."
Thinking of the suffering of the people above, Old Huang also remembered the incident of an old lady who was tripped and trampled to death by people behind her on the way here yesterday.
That was truly hard to accept; he couldn't forget the loud cries of the old lady's children amidst the indifferent crowd.
Godzilla, King Ghidorah, Ghidorah's Wings.
If only these things didn't happen, how good would it be?
As he thought about it, he didn't need to mention Godzilla. The whole world was shocked when it appeared, making people's hearts race.
Although the authorities kept saying they could win, what was the result? Godzilla still destroyed the Far East and Australia.
Human weapons were useless except for the Oxygen Destroyer, and people could only tremble under Godzilla's might.
And then there were those Ghidorah's Wings. It was fortunate that the existence of these creatures was declared by the World United Government before Australia was destroyed by Godzilla.
If it had been afterward... Hmm, I'm afraid the morale of all humanity would collapse now.
But it's almost over now.
After all, on the first day when the declaration of Ghidorah's Wings was made, even in East Asia, where trouble was usually minimal, many strange creatures emerged, doing things on the streets that hadn't been seen in over two hundred years.
Other major regions are even worse, more miserable, more insane.
If it weren't for violent suppression and the latest conspiracy theories about extraterrestrials found by the government to brainwash the public.
When Australia was destroyed a few days ago, humanity completely collapsed.
After all, at that time, all humanity saw the result of their full-fledged battle against Godzilla. That is...
A result similar to the past.
"Sigh, we really can't afford anything else now."
Godzilla, King Ghidorah, Ghidorah's Wings...
These things are already troublesome enough; their existence has stretched humanity's nerves to the limit.
If another monster comes out, I'm afraid humanity's nerves will completely collapse after this shelter.
Everyone has had enough during this time.
"Hey, someone has committed suicide here, come quickly! Someone has committed suicide here!"
In the distance, the sound of life and death echoed.
Taking a cigarette out of his pocket, he didn't even manage to hold onto it, just sighed with a bitter smile, looking towards the still operating elevator.
Thinking in his heart.
How much longer can we humans support this?
...
Meanwhile, far, far away from the shelter.
On the continent of Australia, enveloped by the Oxygen Destroyer, Godzilla is digging through the soil, searching for something.
Found it.
Its hand touches bones.
[Two days left until the arrival of Ghidorah's Wings.]
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