The others who were still on the water's surface were also almost inevitably doomed.
The hail came quickly, and it left just as fast.
The supplies floating on the water's surface were soon looted empty by those jumping into the water from various stairways.
During the scavenging, there was another fierce battle, people fighting over just a few bags of instant noodles.
What happened next, Jiang Yan no longer knew.
Staring at the few remaining hailstones the size of pigeon eggs on the windowsill, she fell into deep thought.
In the last life, after the apocalypse arrived, she was locked in the basement by Song Deming and Zhang Qiqi, so her understanding of the outside world came mostly from their daily conversations.
She only knew the general progress, but as for the specific details, she was unaware.
Even Song Deming and Zhang Qiqi, who had always hidden inside, were unclear.
Now that she had personally experienced it, she always felt that something was not quite right.
