头痛是真要命，但想到肚子空得发慌，林凡又挺直了点腰。这破木屋透风，白天也像冰窖，不过喝凉水确实舒服点。他搓了搓脸，冰凉的触感让脑子稍微清醒了点。得赶紧，再拖下去，别说建设基地市了，先看能不能撑到晚上。

林凡摸了摸身上，口袋里只有半块干粮，水壶里剩了不到一瓶水。他叹了口气，爬起来走到门口。外面依旧是灰蒙蒙的，残阳如血，把天空染得一团糟。他拍了拍土， shards of broken glass and ceramic scintillated in the sun. He guessed the buildings outside had been hit by debris from the sky.

"Shit, the situation is getting worse and worse," Lin Fan muttered to himself, kicking aside a piece of shattered glass.

He quickened his pace and walked towards the central square of the city. The place was a mess, with broken buildings and scattered debris everywhere. There were people here and there, looking hungry and desperate. Lin Fan's heart ached for them, but he had no food to share.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a commotion from a distance. He looked over and saw a group of people running towards the square, shouting and cheering. Among them was Zhang San, one of the few people he had met since arriving here.