Chapter 292: Disaster Day

2021 January 17th. Rain.

Today is a rainy day.

Even though it has already been half a year, I still can't get used to the rain. It reeks of unfamiliarity and tastes sour. Weaker people will die from the rain, but thankfully, I'm not afraid because I've already become something stronger than an average human, something that I cannot even imagine. People like us are known as beacons of hope. 

Today, the last trace of the old civilization became lost as a radio station that has been broadcasting since the change has finally lost its signal.

However, as though the world is trying to prove that life goes on and an ending is also a beginning, the construction of the wall at our shelter has started.

Never doubt the power of humans. As long as humankind lives, miracles will follow.

With that in mind, I feel like crying. How long has it been since I last cried?