The night enveloped the skies, and for most people in Xiamen City, it was already time to sleep. Even the refugees, after gathering some food, crawled into damaged houses to rest.
After all, their physical strength couldn't last very long. The daily food wasn't enough to keep them full, so they could only calculate their energy to go out and scavenge. Once they exceeded that time, their stamina would hit a critical point, and their bodies might not withstand the strain, causing them to fall ill and collapse onto a bed.
In the apocalypse, these survivors dared not fall ill, as being bedridden was no different than waiting for death.
In some corners, a few people would wait specifically for others to breathe their last. These people were like a group of vultures, quietly crouching to the side, watching as others struggled to breathe, slowly... their bodies stiffened, and then they completely died.
