Apocalypse Survival: Starting with a Shelter

"Three radiation disaster zones covering a total area of 1.7 square kilometers. A small private shelter happens to be located there," Su Wu noted grimly. "The people inside are likely all dead by now."

Small private shelters, much like Su Wu's own, often housed just one or two people. The key difference was that these other shelters lacked Su Wu's survival system, relying solely on limited resources for development and defense.

This made them extremely vulnerable. While they could endure high temperatures with their underground locations and survive fires or toxic gas with masks and oxygen tanks, they were utterly defenseless against violent radiation disasters—an unforeseen hazard during construction.

Without external assistance, these people were doomed to die painfully, their shelters transforming into lifeless tombs, abandoned and forgotten.

After studying the radiation disaster reports, Su Wu glanced at the messages in the elite chat group but chose not to engage.

Whether the authorities planned to relocate deeper underground or evacuate Jianghe City altogether was of little concern to him. His foundation was this shelter, which had already grown comparable to those accommodating hundreds of people. What truly set it apart was his survival system and resource points.

No matter how chaotic things became, Su Wu knew he would never truly align with the officials.

He turned his attention to his remaining contribution points. Now was the time to spend them all on this round of seed purchases, ensuring they wouldn't go to waste if the system collapsed later.

Exiting the satellite network, Su Wu checked his local internet.

The people using it were mostly ordinary residents from nearby small to medium-sized shelters. Their access to information was severely limited.

Many, including some small shelter owners without access to the satellite network, remained entirely unaware of the radiation storm, let alone the escalating radiation disasters.

A few were somewhat informed but still underestimated the severity, thinking radiation was just another manageable challenge.

For them, the concept of large-scale radiation disasters was an open secret only among Jianghe City's elite—the officials and leaders of larger shelters.

This information divide left ordinary users discussing mundane topics online. Some even planned outings to the surface, jokingly arranging to wear makeshift heat protection suits and oxygen tanks to "enjoy the sights."

Their optimism bordered on naivety.

While Su Wu couldn't save everyone, he felt compelled to act. These people didn't deserve to die just because they lacked knowledge.

He compiled the critical data he had gathered about surface radiation levels and survival tips, uploading it to the internet and pinning it prominently on social platforms as a warning.

This small gesture of compassion was Su Wu's way of extending a lifeline to the uninformed.

With that done, Su Wu returned to the official warehouse interface, clearing out his remaining contribution points by purchasing additional resources.

Among his orders were delicate plants and animals, including piglets, calves, and saplings—all ill-suited for the harsh surface environment. They would need the specialized, modified trucks with enclosed, radiation-shielded cargo areas to transport them safely.

To expedite the process, Su Wu deployed ten construction robots armed for safety and brought along a mining transport vehicle to streamline loading.

Given the chaos surrounding the official relocations, efficiency was crucial. The faster he completed the transfer, the less likely any mishaps would occur.

On the surface, threats from radiation far outweighed human threats. Even bandits would avoid risking their lives in such hazardous conditions.

Thirty minutes later, Su Wu's convoy arrived at Jianghe City's central official shelter. Using designated lanes, the trucks entered the warehouse area.

Despite the chaotic scene—papers strewn everywhere, equipment knocked over—Su Wu's high-priority transaction was swiftly handled. His advanced contribution points ensured he received proper documentation and efficient service.

However, his construction robots attracted significant attention.

Residents watching the scene whispered among themselves.

"Those aren't official robots; they must belong to a private shelter."

"I've seen them before. They came from a large private shelter near Wildstone Village."

"Last time, there were only two robots. Why so many now?"

Their eyes lingered on the cargo: piglets, calves, and tree saplings.

"Looks like they're building a livestock farm," someone speculated.

"But what's with the trees? Are they planning to grow a forest?"

"Maybe. I've heard rich shelters do stuff like that—makes sense if they have the space and money."

The vitality of the animals and the unusual nature of the cargo provided a strange sense of comfort.

"Whatever's happening, they wouldn't be building farms or planting trees if things were truly hopeless," someone remarked.

The optimistic conclusion spread quickly among the crowd, easing some of their anxiety. For them, construction symbolized stability, hope, and the promise of a better future—even amid the apocalypse.

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