Ice Apocalypse (Season 1)

Chapter 58 Despair

Chen Zhenghao and the others surrounded Zhang Yi's house, smashing the walls tirelessly for an entire morning. However, after digging through the wall panels, floor, and ceiling, they discovered a thick layer of steel plates blocking their way. A 20cm thick steel plate was nothing short of a nightmare for them! With human strength alone, there was currently no hope of breaking through. Working in ultra-low temperatures without sufficient energy to replenish their strength would only hasten their demise.

Many people collapsed on the ground, exhausted. The sound of stomachs growling echoed through the air, hunger on the verge of conquering them. However, there wasn't much food left to eat.

Some people, looking at their neighbors through the gaps in their clothes, glimpsed the snowy white flesh underneath. A terrifying thought suddenly emerged in their minds. Isn't that meat?

As this horrifying idea surfaced, everyone was immediately chilled to the bone, desperately trying to banish the thought from their minds. But once this idea took root, it inadvertently provided them with an option in their desperate situation.

They were probably aware that if it truly came to that day, self-mutilation and cannibalism would inevitably occur.

"Is there really no other way?" Sun Zhichao's face was filled with anguish, and he felt his arms beginning to inflame and decay. Without antibiotics, and not even basic anti-inflammatory drugs, it was impossible to effectively clean the wounds. His injuries still harbored a large amount of rust. In this situation, death was almost inevitable.

"Damn you, Zhang Yi! Why are you so ruthless?" "How can your solitary survival compare to all of us? Sacrificing yourself a bit wouldn't hurt. What's wrong with that?" Sun Zhichao roared in despair, his soul completely twisted.

At this moment, Zhang Yi's neighbor suddenly walked out. "Perhaps you can try going through the balcony. When they renovated their house, his balcony was turned into floor-to-ceiling windows, with a large portion made of glass. Maybe there's a chance to break in!"

Other residents couldn't see the back of Zhang Yi's house, but his neighbor could. Building 25 had balconies on some floors, and the 24th floor, where Zhang Yi lived, happened to have a small platform.

Usually, Zhang Yi used it for planting flowers and drying quilts. Hearing Zhang Yi's neighbor's suggestion, a group of almost desperate people suddenly looked up. "Windows? Haha, yes! Since there are windows in his house, there must be an exit! It can't be completely sealed!"

"As long as there are windows, we can break in!"

Without hesitation, a group of people rushed into Zhang Yi's neighboring house. There was about a 15 cm gap between the two balconies, and a fence was installed in the middle. However, these barriers couldn't stop the mad crowd.

But unlike the hallways, which were blocked by various households, the outside was exposed to the northern wind, snowstorm, and freezing temperatures. In just a few hours, people would freeze to death.

Chen Zhenghao and the others paid no attention to these factors. As long as they could break into Zhang Yi's house, they could get everything they needed!

A group of people roared like madmen as they jumped onto Zhang Yi's balcony. Naturally, Zhang Yi noticed this scene. Both sides stared at each other for less than a second. The neighbors waved their tools, crazily smashing towards the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Zhang Yi, dragging his white recliner, approached the window calmly, laid down unhurriedly, and poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee.

The small balcony was soon filled with more than a dozen people. Their faces were pale, resembling zombies, combined with their crazily distorted expressions, lacking any semblance of living beings.

Zhang Yi thought to himself that if there were really zombies, they would probably look like this.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Ding-dang!"

A low sound echoed continuously on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Ignoring the risk of accidentally smashing their own hands, these people, without any sensation of pain, let the blood flow and congeal.

When they were smashing the walls earlier, the desire wasn't as apparent. But now, with only a layer of glass between them, they got a clearer picture of how luxurious Zhang Yi's life was!

A fireplace burning fiercely in the room, Zhang Yi wearing only a single layer of clothing, lying on the white recliner like a landlord. There was a cup of freshly brewed coffee by his side, emitting steam—probably a cappuccino judging by the froth. The coffee table was piled with weapons, but that wasn't the focus.

The focus was the pile of half-eaten snacks beneath the coffee table. Chips, burgers, cola, pizza, roast chicken, roast duck, and even oil-splashed noodles!

These things drove the neighbors on the balcony insane! Just by leaving them alone for half a month, they were as excited as if they had reunited with a long-lost parent!

"Roar!!!" "Ahhhh!!!"

They were so excited that they forgot to speak, expressing their excitement with desperate howls. Even more desperately, they used all their strength to break the windows!

Zhang Yi, holding his coffee, enjoyed the show. He casually said, "Who said glass is always more fragile than metal?"

The cost of this wall was extremely high. For the sake of quality of life, Zhang Yi rejected the proposal of the Battle Dragon Security Company and didn't use metal here. Instead, he spent a considerable amount to customize a whole piece of bulletproof glass as a floor-to-ceiling window.

He still remembered what the manager of the Battle Dragon Security Company, Wu Huaijin, said, "With such a thick wall, it's not just bullets it's resisting but shells!"

The bulletproof glass used for the vehicles of Western country leaders was made of the same material. However, its thickness was less than half of Zhang Yi's wall.

Sure enough, as this group of people kept smashing, they realized something was wrong. They initially thought it was organic glass that could be easily shattered with a few strong hits. But after a dozen people smashed for a long time, not even a crack appeared!

"What kind of glass is this?" "Could it be bulletproof glass?" "What? Bulletproof glass?"

This term came hoarsely from the throat of a bespectacled man, filled with despair, as if it came from the depths of hell.

If it could resist shells, could it withstand their manual labor?

"No, I don't believe it!" A young man shouted to the sky, "My fate is in my hands, not in the heavens! I don't believe I can't break it!"

"As long as I break it, the fireplace and food and drinks in the house will all be mine. I must break it, Ahh!!!"

Probably due to the extreme cold, in this situation where hope and despair were at odds, everyone's brains seemed to have frozen. They chose to abandon reason, act recklessly, and fight for a future!

Zhang Yi applauded for them, expressing his admiration. However, he felt a bit hungry. So, he took out some food from the spatial storage—like soy sauce-flavored elbow, caramelized bananas, and a bit of snacks—and enjoyed some pure cocoa butter chocolate.