When the last day of the meteorite was about to come, humans once again sounded the alarm above the city as before.
Many people looked at the ground with reluctance.
Because they knew that it was very likely that they would never see the sky in the future and would never be able to return to the ground to live again.
Especially for some old people and children, were very sentimental about the outside world, but they could not resist the dark insect race.
Bruce with a white beard shouted at his grandson.
"Hurry up. Let's go back to the fortress."
"No, Grandpa... I want to see it for the last few more times!"
He had heard from other friends that his grandson was so greedy for sunshine.
Sunshine was a luxury now. Children and elderly people in other cities could only stay outside for two hours a week.
Their city was a little better, because they belonged to the core city, so the dark insect race hadn't attacked here yet.
They had at least two hours every day to stay outside.