Back to the Doomsday: Taking My Sister Away from Our Unfair Family

After thinking it over for a long time, I decided not to tell Cynthia that I had forced her out of the house. I only mentioned that we had both been thrown out and left to fend for ourselves.

Cynthia's eyes filled with tears, her face full of disbelief. "How could they do this to us? We're their children, too."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just told Cynthia to go wash up and get some sleep.

The next day, I checked my phone, and the weather forecast was the hottest topic. The temperature had skyrocketed to 140 degrees Fahrenheit, hot enough to fry an egg on the pavement.

In the face of such extreme weather, even the authorities couldn't explain it. They could only advise everyone to stay indoors during the day and go out at night if necessary.

Audrey and Gary called me a few times, but when I didn't pick up, they eventually stopped trying.

They probably assumed that Cynthia and I had died out there.

In the days that followed, the temperature continued to rise. Except for the occasional person venturing out at night, the streets were completely deserted during the day. Just as I had guessed, the fallout shelter was warm in winter and cool in summer. We didn't even need ice at night. A fan was enough.

During this time, Cynthia had been eating well and sleeping soundly. She looked much better and more energetic.

Occasionally, people would come by to bother us, trying to get into the shelter to seek refuge. Even the agent who rented the shelter to me showed up, but I wasn't worried. I was confident that no one could get in.

As time went on, fewer and fewer people came by.

One day, Cynthia was eating the instant food I had prepared for her and happily said, "Bella, this place is great, safe and cool."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, as long as we lock the door from the inside, no one can open it from outside."

Cynthia looked a bit wistful. "I wonder how our parents are doing."

I thought, "They?

They're doing just fine."