The dead city sleeps under the yellow gray sunset, and the diffuse radioactive dust blurs the sunset.
Row upon row of tall buildings are like tombstones, and the empty windows can not see any vitality, nor can you see the past traffic and flashing neon.
The exhaled white fog condensed into hoarfrost on the mirror of the protective clothing.
At this moment, Yul finally understood why the elder told him to wear protective equipment before he went to the surface, and finally understood why the 1000 cubic meters of nuclear fuel sent was prepared.
His Adam's apple moved and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty.
"... Hedong