Doomsday Traveler

Chapter 47 Loneliness and Hope

2100/5/2
I hid the radio in the shelter. There were too many decadents out there, and if I carried the radio around with me, I was worried I'd run into one and have it snatched away.

But I still hope that I won’t encounter any predators. Who knows if some of them have gone completely crazy and turned into cannibals?

My persistence is right. I should be a reconstructionist, not a hedonist, a decadent, or an adaptor.

But I haven't actually seen what the Hedonists and Adaptors look like, I've only seen the Decadents.

Living in this world like a zombie, without goals, without hope, either alone or with many people, only knowing how to plunder and survive.

What the radio said was right, they can no longer be called human beings. Only the Reconstruction Gang is the hope of mankind.

I've never actually seen the Reconstruction Gang, though. I've only heard about them on the radio. One day I'll go find them, but not now.

If I leave now, I'll die on the way.

……

After the voice message ended, Lu Xian couldn't help but frowned, turned around and asked Yao Wei: "Have you heard of these Reconstruction Gang, Decadent Faction, Adaptors, and Hedonism Gang?"

Yao Wei shook her head: "No."

Lu Xian looked at the time displayed in the lower right corner of the computer. It was 2097/12/17, which was earlier than the timestamp on the recording.

This is probably because the time displayed on the computer no longer has the online update function and has been restored to factory settings.

So, on December 2097, 12 in this world, the world might still be fine and not face a doomsday disaster?
So……

"Do you know what year it is now?"

Lu Xian asked Yao Wei.

Yao Wei shook her head again and said, "I don't know. But when I was little, my mother told me that the world has been like this for a long time, so long that I can't even count the decades."

Decades...

In this ever-changing world, a few decades can be said to be a period of tremendous changes. It is normal that Yao Wei does not know the situation decades ago.

These words that classify people may have already been buried in time.

Lu Xian continued to think about the next timestamp and listened.

2100/5/3
There is still no news today. I waited in the shelter for a whole day, and there was nothing on the radio.

I've confirmed that the radio is not broken and the channel is correct. It was channel 78 that had the voice of the reconstructionists before.

I was afraid of forgetting it, so I wrote down the frequency band number on a piece of paper.

I kept the paper in that shelter and checked it carefully, and there is no problem.

Did something happen to the Reconstruction Gang?
……

"Ugh……"

After listening to the recording of May 2100, 5, Lu Xian couldn't help but sigh.

The so-called reconstructionists have become the only hope for the former owners of this shelter.

How lonely must the owner of this shelter be, considering an organization he has never seen and only heard of as his hope...

Lu Xian didn’t dare to think about it. What if the so-called “reconstruction faction” was a telecommunications fraud? What would happen to this person?
Keep listening—

2100/5/4
It's getting cold again.

I have forgotten when it started. It seemed like the endless winter was finally over. I finally got through it and thought the world was finally going to be better again.

Unexpectedly, the cold snap still comes from time to time. Damn!
It's too cold to go out today, so I can only hide here wrapped in a blanket. I really don't know how I managed to survive back then.

The radio should be fine.

The refuge was on a cliff off Qiuming Road, invisible to most people. Those decadents would only run around looking for food and robbing things, so why would they run to such a remote place?
I ran over there but couldn't find it. Sigh...it seems like God is really blessing me. Why would I go crazy and dig a wild shelter there for fun before the disaster?

Now, the shelter has become a refuge.

Unfortunately, it’s still too simple and I can’t stay there forever.

However, I am lucky that I have this hobby. Otherwise, if I hadn’t built this shelter, I’m afraid I would have become a decadent person.

……

It turns out that this shelter was built by the owner of the two-story building out of interest before the apocalypse.

Is the person here a doomsday survival enthusiast?

After listening to this recording, Lu Xian thought to himself that this person was indeed very lucky. His former hobbies had become a guarantee of survival.

Unfortunately, this place is too small. It is not as big as the shelter under Jiangyu Reservoir which was specially built to deal with doomsday.

2100/5/5
It’s still cold today. I can’t even sit on the toilet because my butt hurts from the cold.

I really don’t know how I managed to get through it.

I hope this cold wave doesn't last too long.

……

This is the second time this person has said he doesn't know how he got through it.

2100/5/6
The cold snap passed, and I went to the shelter, and I heard new news from the Reconstructionists on the radio.

They actually revealed their location on the radio!
I can imagine that they must be a large group of people and a very powerful organization! Otherwise, how could they dare to reveal their position so easily?

I hid in this basement and was very careful every day. The iron door was even camouflaged, so I had to be careful when entering and leaving.

I won't reveal my location on the recording—even though it's stored securely on this computer. But I've decided not to.

If one day I decide to leave, the information stored in the computer will be of no use.

I have memorized the location and will never forget it.

……

This paragraph ends.

Lu Xian placed the mouse on the timestamp of the last recording and couldn't help but wonder, what would the content of this last part be?

There were no more recordings after that. Did this person embark on a journey to find the Reconstructionists, or did something unexpected happen?
"despair--"

Click the mouse and the last recording will be opened.

2100/5/7
There’s no other way, I can’t wait any longer, I have to set off now!
I have packed everything, including food, clothes, and many books that I secretly collected from the library. They should all be helpful for post-disaster reconstruction.

This is where I used to go, before the library was taken over by the decadents.

The decadents don’t care whether the book is useful or not, only I thought of it.

So I was born to be a reconstructionist, I should be a reconstructionist and go find them!

There was no way I could get the radio. Halfway down the road, a bunch of decadents had taken over, and I couldn't get around.

But it's okay, just leave it in that shelter. The Reconstructionists have already publicly announced their location, so they're not afraid of being exposed.

What if someone else accidentally enters that shelter, hears the broadcast on the radio, and also awakens and becomes a reconstructionist?

It's actually a good thing.

Okay, that's the end of the recording.

Today is May 2100, 5, the third year after the disaster. I, Fang Shuxin of the Reconstruction Faction, am leaving and heading to the Reconstruction Faction base!
(End of this chapter)