Rebirth at the end of the world: I report to the country

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Island Flower Seventh Refuge.

Hirasawa Watari sat in the suddenly empty space in a daze, looking at Aikawa Ryoki who reappeared on the screen.

He is a civil servant of Island Flower, and his position as the fourth-in-command in this shelter is quite high.

He felt like the world was playing a big joke on him, and it wasn't funny.

First, the prediction of natural disaster completely shattered his originally beautiful life.

After finally regaining his desire to survive in despair and collapse, he accepted the impending natural disaster, rushed to the shelter, and tried his best for the future. However, at the moment when the natural disaster had not yet arrived, he was told——

No need to wait for natural disasters.

The island flower will die in a man-made disaster before the natural disaster comes, and the entire country will die in a man-made disaster.

Hirasawa's current situation is very wrong. He no longer has the despair and collapse he felt when he learned that the natural disaster was coming. Now he only feels ridiculous and sad because all the efforts he put in turned out to be in vain.

Just a bubble.

He worked hard and devoted himself to this shelter. Hirasawa Wataru believed that in this building that was originally designed to absorb shocks, until the alien species appeared, he would be in peace and stand here.

But this building cannot stop a nuclear explosion.

It will inevitably fall into ruins.

"No wonder, no wonder..." Hirasawa murmured to himself, "No wonder the director and deputy director suddenly left with the soldiers who were maintaining order, and even said with a shy face that they were carrying out an emergency mission. In the end, it was basically We must abandon everyone here and survive on our own first.”

"Then what are we, abandoned children who are left to fend for themselves?"

"Even me?"

The crying and cursing in his ears continued. Hirasawa turned his head and looked around. At this moment, most of the shelter residents who had just gathered here to watch the live broadcast had already gone downstairs to escape, so the place was empty.

As for the small number of people who stayed here, some were lying on the concrete floor, covering their faces, their bodies trembling, and choking sounds could be heard from below; some young people were holding their elders with limited legs and feet, crying to each other; some were kneeling and praying for the flying eagle. Forgiveness; some people remained sitting, looking at the screen, maintaining extreme silence, and did not move anything...

The various forms of sentient beings I had seen appeared again, but this time it was even darker and more desperate.

"Hey, I remember you are one of the shelter managers, right?" An uncle suddenly came up to Hirasawa, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"It's me...what's wrong?" Hirasawa's response was a little lost and absent-minded - he felt really empty inside.

"Today is the last day. Hurry up and open the warehouse and take out the supplies. You have to let me drink the last wine and smoke the last cigarette in my life, right? You can't just let me wait for death, right?" The uncle was a little unhappy. He said patiently.

"Oh, okay." Hirasawa nodded without any intention of refuting. He stood up and walked to the nearest warehouse upstairs.

"Click."

When Hirasawa opened the door of the warehouse with the key, it was empty, leaving only the ruins of the interior, which once again brought silence to him and his uncle.

"Ah, what a bunch of bastards. They moved too fast. Did they take them all away? Didn't they even leave us the last supper?"

The uncle spat irritably and kicked the warehouse door hard with his foot.

"Forget it, let me go to the dormitory area to have a look. I remember that there are many people hiding such good things. Now that they are running for their lives, they must not have taken them away. I must be drunk to welcome the nuclear explosion. It would be too cruel to wait for death while awake. .”

After venting, the uncle cursed and left.

Hirasawa didn't leave, but stood at the door of the warehouse, motionless for a long time.

He sighed deeply, turned to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out at the scenery.

The main stream of people had dispersed and flocked to nearby airports or ports, but the streets below were not empty, but full.

Corpses, lots and lots of corpses.

Their flesh and blood had become blurred and turned into mud under constant trampling. Their flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, creating an atmosphere of hell here.

Some people are not completely dead, or are seriously injured. They lie in the "false hell" and scream for help, but no one will rescue them. What awaits them is only the "real hell".

"Touch! Touch! Touch!"

The sounds of heavy objects falling appeared one after another.

The scarlet atmosphere is still strong——

In the buildings opposite and surrounding, countless people like Hirasawa Wataru were watching this scene from the windows or rooftops.

But they not only opened the curtains, but also opened the windows, and then jumped and turned into mud in the free fall, continuing to add to the bloody scene before them.

There are old people, children and adults.

Suicide is just a sign of cowardice, Hirazawa Watari thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

But when he came back to his senses, he found that he was already standing on the window eaves.

It turns out that he is also a coward.

What is more painful than the execution is the process of being escorted to the execution ground.

The autumn wind at the end of October brought a strong fishy stench that was nauseating. It raised Hirasawa's hair, revealing his deathly cowardly eyes.

At the last moment of his life, Hirasawa turned into a bird and merged with the ground.

"bump."

……

Shenheng Port.

On the deck, under the tree, he kept taking deep breaths. Even though he had been on the ship for a while, he still felt that his body was very tired.

I succeeded and successfully got the ticket to survive.

At this moment, under the tree, I was extremely lucky that my refuge was right on the beach, and my reaction was quick enough - I was almost the first one to run out.

Only then could we board the ship.

"The elderly and children are not allowed to come up! Either you come up by yourself, or you go down with them!" The noise attracted people's attention under the tree.

At the entrance of the ship, soldiers with loaded guns stopped a family and said ruthlessly.

"Why can't the elderly and children get on the boat? Didn't Mr. Aikawa say that anyone can get on the boat? As long as they are fast!" the man who was blocked asked.

Because of the short distance, people here can still bring the elderly and children here.

But the cruel fact is that the ship does not accept these people.

At least the rules of this ship are that it only accepts young, strong men and young and beautiful women. Others with 'problems' will not be accepted.

But Shuyoshita knew that there were actually old people and children on board, but they were all soldiers or family members of the leadership.

"This ship has its own rules. If you don't let me in, you won't let me in. If you can't get in, get out of the way. There are many people behind you." The soldier said without mercy.

"I don't want to go, I don't want to go, but the child has to go!" When the man was still struggling, the old man said proactively.

"Not even children." The soldier still didn't change his answer.

"What?" The old man who had given up on himself was a little angry, "Children are the hope of the future!"

The soldier had no words.