In the End of the World, I will Hold My Child and Watch You Die

Even though the sun had already set, the outdoor temperature was still rising.

Just by going downstairs, the three of us were already covered in sweat.

Matthew complained to me uncomfortably, pulling at his collar.

"Mom, it's hot."

I tucked a cool quilt under my armpit and used my free hand to touch him.

"It's okay, it'll be better once we get there. The garage is cool."

The reason Walter chose this garage in the first place was not only because it had two parking spaces and a small warehouse on the negative second floor, but also because it had an independent exit in the northwest corner of the community.

Therefore, in order to ensure the safety of the goods, when the warehouse was converted into a cold storage, the workers also built a wall directly behind the rolling shutter door leading to the public garage.

From the public underground garage, it looked like a normal rolling shutter door, but in fact, only the independent exit outside could be used to enter and exit.

As I opened the garage door, a gust of cool wind rushed in.

The children happily ran in, touching the desk and chair of Walter, and then touching the folding single bed in the corner.

Matthew ran directly to the row of shelves against the wall, holding a package and trying to read the words on it.

I looked at the two energetic children and felt very happy. I quickly took out and arranged some items that I brought temporarily.

A few sets of clothes for changing, two summer quilts, a versatile frying pan, and an induction cooker.

As I organized everything, I suddenly realized something serious.

I originally thought that the cold storage on the negative second floor had boxes of rice, flour, oil, and frozen fruits and vegetables, as well as a lot of instant food.

But I completely overlooked the electricity.

In order to save money, the electricity for the entire cold storage relied on several solar panels on the balcony of the house.

But the amount of calculation at that time was only enough to support the normal operation of the cold storage and turn on one more light.

Thinking of this, I immediately ran to the power meter to check.

Unexpectedly, after several days of scorching sun, the power was actually much more than originally estimated.

Feeling relieved, I immediately set up the induction cooker and took a bucket of water from the shelf to cook three bowls of plain noodles for the two children and myself.

Although the onions were frozen products in the cold storage, they tasted incredibly delicious when combined with sesame oil.