On the sixth day of the apocalypse, the power went out.

The phones also lost their network connection.

Flashlight beams started to appear in the neighborhood as everyone anxiously waited for the electricity to come back.

But I knew it would never return.

By noon, the temperature reached forty-five degrees Celsius. At this time, the zombies were no longer visible downstairs. They were hiding in the shadows of the corridors and walls, occasionally emitting eerie groans.

In the past few days, we had eaten all the perishable food that was difficult to store.

We sorted the remaining items based on their expiration dates and consumed a small amount of food each day to conserve energy. Unfortunately, the hot weather made it difficult to eat.

To save electricity, the three of us cleared out a small room and slept on the floor so that we could only use one air conditioner.

The neighborhood became increasingly quiet, and sometimes not a single sound could be heard throughout the day.

Especially at night, it was terrifyingly silent.

There was no sign of activity downstairs anymore, and I didn't know if Wang Peng and his mother were still alive.

Forty days into the apocalypse.

The temperature remained unbearably high, and the air was filled with a putrid smell.

Whether it was the smell of food or corpses, I couldn't tell.

We hadn't opened the windows for a long time, and even the curtains in the house were tightly drawn.

For lunch, we had cold noodles.

This was a creation of Xing Feng's. It seemed quite impressive. Eating a bowl of cold noodles in such hot weather was pure bliss.

In the afternoon, a thunderclap resounded through the sky, followed by a sudden downpour that engulfed the entire city.

Soon, cries of surprise echoed in the neighborhood.

I cautiously opened a small gap in the curtains and saw several surviving individuals from the opposite households extending basins to collect rainwater.

My best friend and Xing Feng breathed a sigh of relief, saying how fortunate it was.

But only I knew that the crisis was far from over.

The high temperatures accelerated food spoilage, further depleting the already scarce resources.

In the pursuit of food, people could abandon their conscience and shame, resorting to anything just to satisfy their hunger.

After the heavy rain, instead of cooling down, the weather became even hotter.

Every day, people would stick their heads out of the windows and cry for help.

Some begged for food, some begged for medicine.

And there were also those who couldn't bear it and resorted to suicide.

There was one right across the building, who jumped from the 18th floor and landed right in the midst of several zombies.

In the following days, more people jumped from the building every day.

The entire neighborhood was filled with an atmosphere of despair.