Whoosh!
The floodwaters on the street had begun to rise and fall with the tides, as if they were truly connected to the sea, with waves constantly lapping against the surrounding houses.
The people in the library held their breath, watching nervously as the people who had gone out to search for supplies were brought back by the police.
They stayed inside until everyone was back in, pressed themselves against the window, and maintained the same posture until they were all tired. The floodwaters outside did not change.
Has the tsunami really arrived?
Could what they said on the radio be wrong?
The crowd discussed animatedly over the radio that was still broadcasting.
At that moment, Brian, who had been sitting by the window, suddenly shouted:
"Hey!"
"They're here..."
Everyone immediately turned their heads away.
Sam squeezed into a spot, standing on tiptoe and looking out.
Blood and corpses...
This was the first thing he saw.
The blood-red water was filled with gruesome corpses, or rather, the corpses were not floating, but rather being swept and pounded towards them by the "waves" of the water.
Sam's eyes met those of one of the corpses for a fleeting moment. The emptiness and despair in the eyes, the huge, white-washed wounds on the chest and throat—the horrific sight made him instinctively look away immediately.
He clenched his fists uneasily, knowing that those were people killed in yesterday's commotion; if they hadn't been quick-witted, they might be among them now.
"Alright, everyone."
"The tsunami has now undoubtedly occurred."
"A large amount of seawater is rushing towards us, carrying leaves and branches, gasoline... and corpses."
The person by the window, trembling, explained everything they had seen to the person behind them.
Seawater tens of meters high is surging into the city, forming walls of water that are submerging all the streets. Cars, building signs, and other debris are being swept away by the waves and carried forward.
In those low-lying streets, the seawater submerged several floors in just a moment...
The sound of the water coming in from outside was louder than the waterfall, and even those who couldn't see outside could imagine how massive the tsunami was.
Will anyone come to rescue us?
Didn't the radio say someone would come to rescue us?
"Whoever it is, please show up soon..."
Many people are finding it unbearable. It has been terrifying since last night. This kind of "freedom" where one could die from shooting or disaster at any moment is simply too much to bear.
The person by the window had no other thoughts at that moment; the ever-rising water level outside filled them with dread.
If the library hadn't been situated on high ground, this place would probably have been a swamp long ago.
Even so, it's no longer safe to stay in the lower levels of the library.
"For safety reasons, we need to move to a higher level now," an officer said.
Sam gathered his supplies and, along with his friends, joined the main group to prepare for their evacuation.
Suddenly he paused, then hesitated before saying loudly, "I... we need to move all these logs up!"
Everyone looked at him.
Sam, emboldened, pointed to the wooden tables and chairs around them:
"According to the broadcast, a terrible drop in temperature is coming soon, we must start a fire..."
To start a fire, you need wood.
Laura, who was next to him, also seemed to remember something and quickly pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. "According to the broadcast, glass has very poor insulation properties. We need to at least board up these French windows, and we also need to be careful about carbon dioxide poisoning..."
Da da da da~~
The machine gun barrel overheated again.
Wearing an exoskeleton, Simon stared at the wall in front of him, riddled with bullet holes, and began changing magazines with a cold expression.
"That guy's dead meat, I saw his blood spurting out." His companion, rifle in hand, slowly walked towards the wall.
Simon warned from behind, "Be careful, these weirdos might not be thinking like us."
His companion calmly walked around to take a look, then shrugged indifferently. "He's as dead as can be, like a broken stick. Even if he's infected with the legendary KV Virus, he definitely won't be able to stand up."
"It would be better if he were dead."
Simon calmed down a bit and followed his companion back to the transport vehicle behind them.
This is actually a long-distance transport bus.
It's just a bus from Wandering Spacetime.
Therefore, they are naturally different.
The bus has a very simple structure.
It can be assembled by using the locomotive of a high-speed surface transport vehicle, that is, one of those vehicles that haul stones, and then connecting it to several cold-weather carriages like those in a train.
The advantages of this type of bus are its sturdiness, durability, cold and moisture protection, and suitability for various terrains.
That's why it was widely used in this cross-time and space rescue operation. It is the standard vehicle for all rescue teams, with each team having at least four buses. If they squeeze in, they can accommodate thousands of people.
Simon had only transport wagons in front of him. The locomotive had already been replaced with an empty wagon to go out and rescue people; otherwise, it would have been impossible to move through the city with several wagons towing it.
Back in the car, as soon as I opened the door, I was met with a car full of panicked eyes.
Simon adjusted the muzzle of his gun and said, "We've dealt with the people outside. It's safe now."
Born into Wandering Spacetime, he didn't quite understand why people kept attacking his camp, which startled him so much that he emptied his magazine.
Hearing that the rioters outside had been dealt with, the residents inside the vehicle felt much more at ease, and some even expressed their gratitude to the soldiers inside.
Simon responded to each of their thanks, and took the opportunity to chat with these "old-timers" from 2002, exchanging their views and opinions.
His companion, meanwhile, sat to the side, checking the surrounding weather conditions through the connection with the space station.
As he continued his investigation, his companion frowned, then took off his headphones and said, " Simon, the latest information indicates that due to the impact of the storm in Canada, the temperature here will continue to drop to at least -50 degrees Celsius."
Simon glanced at the outdoor thermometer in the car; it showed that the outside temperature was -20 degrees Celsius.
When will the temperature start to drop?
"Half an hour later."
"Then notify all units in the surrounding area that are currently conducting operations, and instruct them to cease all rescue efforts and gather together as much as possible, just in case."
My colleague didn't turn around, gave an OK sign, and started calling for help on the communication channel.
Washington, D. C.
After the meeting with the experts, Jack saw his wife Lucy again.
They both cried and hugged each other, pouring out their hearts to one another. Lucy talked about her fears and longing during this time, Jack also expressed his longing and worries.
After they finished speaking, the two held hands tightly and did not let go for a long time.
Until there was a knock on the door:
" Jack, we're about to leave."
Lucy glanced at the doorway.
Jack said, "It's Frank. He and Jason want to come with me to rescue Sam. It's time for us to set off..."
" Jack!" Lucy instinctively gripped her husband's hand even tighter.
" Lucy!!" Jack turned around and grabbed his wife's hand tightly.
The two gazed at each other deeply for another moment.
Then the knocking sounded again.
Jack had no choice but to say, "Wait for me, I'll bring Sam back."
After explaining everything to his wife, Jack finally came out of the room on the third knock.
Then he discovered that not only Frank but also Jason was outside. The young man was complaining to Frank that his knocking was disturbing the couple's business...
Jack could only roll his eyes at this.
The three of them set off together towards the rescue team's assembly point.
Upon arrival, without further ado, the three of them were stuffed into a set of protective suits and then kicked into the transport vehicle.
Fortunately, the three of them had become familiar with using the protective suits during their Wandering Spacetime; otherwise, they probably wouldn't even know how to put them on.
On the other side.
Becker is meeting with Wang Lei.
" New York has already been hit by the tsunami, and a slight drop in temperature is expected next, followed by extremely low temperatures."
"After a slight drop in temperature, the seawater will freeze, which will be the best time for our rescue. If we go now, we should be able to make it in time..."
Becker's expression was grave and somewhat dazed. He nodded, sighed, and said, "I look forward to your success."
Wang Lei glanced out the window; heavy snow had begun to fall. He kindly reminded him, "The climate in Washington is also deteriorating rapidly. I ultimately advise Mr. Becker and the others to evacuate sooner or later."
"Thank you for reminding us. The situation is still under control, and we will evacuate before the climate in Washington deteriorates further."
Wang Lei nodded, "That's good."
No more worries about who will pay the bill.
"Then let's set off now."
Becker stood up to get out of the car, but before he did, he turned back and said, "After this disaster, we will thank Captain Wang again at the state banquet."
Wang Lei still had a cold expression and simply did...
He responded with a gesture and then closed the car door.
The rescue convoy then slowly started moving, heading towards New York.
Jack watched the heavy snow pounding against the car window and silently prayed for God's blessing.
Becker watched the convoy leave, lamenting his bad luck, until his secretary reminded him of a meeting he had to attend, at which point he set off to return.
After realizing the situation, he knew that his fate would probably not be good after this disaster was over, and every speech he had given on television could become evidence against him.
So, in order to avoid a terrible fate in the future, he is now actively trying to perform well and take on as much work as possible. Even when his superiors asked him to go to the south to take charge of the overall situation, he refused.
All for the sake of gaining a reputation for standing with Washington!
domestic.
Life in the shelter remained largely unchanged; they were neither cold nor starving, and although life wasn't exactly comfortable, at least their lives weren't in danger.
Zhang Tianyuan has finally found some relief; all he needs to do is handle emergency evacuations in various locations and open a Spacetime Tunnel.
Besides these, there was also attention from several other timelines regarding this event.
Among them, Tan Mingda of Finch Spacetime is the most outstanding.
After hearing the news that the world was entering an ice age, the old man requested that a team be sent to observe it.
The same applies to the timeline of "2012." It aims to use the natural disaster of this the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime as a model to observe and predict the disasters that will occur in its own timeline.
Although Zhang Tianyuan believed that the disaster levels between the two timelines were completely incomparable, he still agreed to their request.
As always, the Legend Spacetime remained uninterested in matters from other timelines, and not a single person was sent here.
Meanwhile, Pacific Rim Spacetime sent a large delegation, but only to discuss cooperation with Zhong Ruijin.
Ning Jihua and his ilk are probably the most obsessed with economic development across all timelines. Seeing that the Wandering Spacetime had taken over Becker's order and made a considerable profit, they immediately jumped on the bandwagon.
They originally wanted a piece of the pie in the North America relief efforts. Taylor even claimed that their soldiers understood the local customs better than those from the Wandering Spacetime, and were proficient in American Iaijutsu, guaranteeing they could completely subdue this timeline, and so on and so forth...
They almost convinced Zhang Tianyuan.
Unfortunately, when asked how they would cope with the sub-zero temperatures of minus 100 degrees Celsius, Taylor immediately faltered...
Therefore, Taylor, like Ning Jihua, had no choice but to settle for second best and set his sights on cooperation after the disaster.
Even though the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime is about to enter an ice age, it will only mean a drop in temperature; it won't destroy industrial society.
Since there is still industry and agriculture, then there is room for cooperation!
Elder Zhong and his team also showed great interest in the cooperation proposal from the Pacific Rim Spacetime.
The first stop on the previous time-space journey of representatives from various countries was the Pacific Rim Spacetime. The cutting-edge technology of this time-space left a deep impression on them, second only to Planetary Engine and fusion technology.
Being able to cooperate with such partners, even if it's just doing OEM manufacturing, can propel the entire country's technology forward.
While dealing with disaster-related matters, Elder Zhong and others held meetings overnight to adjust future development strategies.
New York.
Sam and his friends aren't interested in discussing the future of the country; they're talking about their own future.
After the midday tsunami, the city center had been transformed into Venice water city, with buildings becoming towering islands, making it impossible for boats to navigate.
Now, those lurking killers have finally quieted down.
Sam seemed to have stopped hearing the gunshots.
But unfortunately, an even greater disaster is slowly approaching.
"It's starting to get colder..." JD hugged his arms and suddenly shivered.
He was carrying a wooden board and, along with others, was responsible for sealing the windows to keep them warm.
The world outside the window.
The heavy rain that had lasted for several days had stopped, replaced by fine snowflakes dancing in the sky, swirling in circles before landing on the puddles, creating ripples.
The radio was repeatedly broadcasting disaster preparedness announcements from the space station.
As they listened, they numbly followed the instructions, filling in any gaps or omissions: some sealed windows, others chopped firewood, and still others started fires, lit stoves, and built braziers...
Until the radio picked up some static, it broadcast a new message:
" The Mutual Aid Society has dispatched a rescue team to New York. Residents of New York City are urged to stay indoors and not go out..."
People's eyes immediately turned to the radio.