Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

It was only then that she realized that it was actually still dark. When she came out of the cave, the light outside was so strong that her eyes hadn't adjusted and she had mistakenly thought it was already daylight.

But now that I've walked around and my eyes have adjusted, I've noticed that the sun hasn't come out at all.

What I saw at that time was clearly moonlight, and the air was moist and crisp, unique to the early morning.

Just then, Xu Xiaoyan's stomach started growling.

She then realized that she had been doing physical labor for a long time, and then she had been busy digging, exploring, and walking through caves, so she hadn't eaten properly and her stomach was empty.

She stopped and took out a picnic mat from her storage space. It was the kind of thin, moisture-proof mat that folds up to be small but unfolds to be big enough for one person to sit on.

She spread the mat on the flat open ground in the southeast corner and plopped down on it.

Then he took out the rice ball from his spatial storage, opened the tightly wrapped plastic bag, and took a big bite.

The rice grains were soft and sticky, and the filling was savory and fragrant. After chewing a few times, my stomach felt completely satisfied, and I felt much more at ease.

She ate slowly, chewing each bite slowly while continuing to observe her surroundings.

The picnic mat was well-chosen, offering a wide view and allowing a view of most of the sinkhole.

Her gaze swept from the cliff face to the vegetation, from the vegetation to the ground, and then from the ground to the hollow at the base of the cliff, her mind constantly churning with one question:

Where should she live?

This is indeed a big problem. Her purpose in coming to the sinkhole was to find a safe, secluded place suitable for long-term residence.

The sinkhole itself is well hidden, surrounded by towering cliffs on all sides, making it difficult to be discovered unless someone specifically seeks it out.

But the question is, where exactly does she live in the sinkhole? And how does she live there? Does she build a house inside the sinkhole herself, or does she live directly in a small truck?

Both options have their advantages and disadvantages; she needs to think them over carefully.

The advantage of building your own house is that you can customize it to your liking, making it as big as you want and in whatever style you want.

Moreover, the house is fixed and doesn't need to be moved, so it's reassuring to live there.

But the downsides are also obvious. Building a house requires time and physical strength, and it can't be done in a day or two. She's alone now and can only build the simplest bamboo house.

The advantage of living directly in the car is that it's convenient and quick.

Her van is a small mobile home; the driver's seat can be folded down for sleeping, and the roof has solar panels so there's no worry about electricity.

However, the downside is also obvious: the space inside the car is too small, making it difficult to even turn over.

Moreover, a flat seat does not conform to the human body structure. It may not be a problem in the short term, but over time, it will definitely cause back pain.

Moreover, the heat insulation and sound insulation of a small truck are generally poor, making it stuffy in summer and cold in winter, and its comfort level cannot compare to that of a proper house.

After the sun fully rises tomorrow morning, she needs to calculate how long the sunlight will reach the bottom of the pit.

If most areas of the sinkhole only receive two or three hours of direct sunlight each day, living inside would be quite cold and damp, requiring consideration of warmth and moisture control.

If the sunlight lasts long enough, say five or six hours or more, it will be much more comfortable to live there, and you might even consider growing something.

She finished the last rice ball, drank a couple of sips of water, and then leaned against her backpack next to the picnic mat to rest.

When she woke up and opened her eyes, it was already 7 a.m. the next morning, and she could clearly feel the thin layer of sweat on her body.

She rolled over, and the moment her back left the sleeping mat, the skin that had been pressed against it finally felt a moment of coolness.

Although her location wasn't directly exposed to sunlight, the temperature had still risen.

The temperature drops to around 17 or 18 degrees Celsius at night, but by morning, it has quietly climbed to around 30 degrees Celsius, and the body starts to feel stuffy.

She sat up and glanced at the temperature display on her wristwatch: 28.3 degrees Celsius. The temperature inside the sinkhole was significantly lower than outside.

It's probably because the towering cliffs on all sides block most of the direct sunlight.

It could also be because cool breezes kept blowing out of the cave, lowering the temperature at the bottom of the pit.

Xu Xiaoyan hoped that the temperature wouldn't rise too high at noon.

According to her estimate, the highest temperature inside the sinkhole at noon should not exceed 40 degrees Celsius, which is much better than the outside temperature.

Speaking of temperature, she thought of the pool in the cave she had passed by before.

The water temperature in that pool was shockingly low; the moment you put your hand in, it felt like you were being icy cold. If it got too hot, she could simply run to the pool to cool off.

Moreover, she had already figured out the route from the cave entrance to the pool last night, and marked the way. It would take less than an hour to walk there.

The oval-shaped sky overhead had changed from the deep blue of last night to a light blue, with a few thin clouds floating high above, shimmering white in the morning light.

The eastern side of the cliff was bathed in golden sunlight, and the light cut diagonally down from the top of the cliff, casting a large shadow on the western side of the pit.

She squinted at the direction of the sun and estimated the time in her mind. In about an hour or two, the sunlight would begin to shine on the central area at the bottom of the pit.

With a thought, Xu Xiaoyan conjured up the small truck out of thin air in the open space, its four tires landing steadily on the grass, leaving shallow dents.

She inserted the key, turned it, and the door clicked open. She bent down and climbed into the driver's seat. The small screen on the dashboard lit up, displaying the vehicle's various statuses.

The battery level was 82%, a number that pleased her.

She then checked the battery level display, which was undoubtedly full. The battery had a large capacity and could last a long time, so she didn't need to worry about the battery level at all.

Xu Xiaoyan sat in the driver's seat for a long time, repeatedly weighing the pros and cons of the two options in her mind.

As she watched the sun gradually move westward, she knew in her heart that she had to make a decision today and could not delay any longer.

Considering that the cab of a small truck is not a proper bedroom, and that sleeping there for a long time would be too much for her back and neck, she felt it would be better to build her own room.

Xu Xiaoyan finally decided to use the local materials, cut some bamboo to build a simple house. There was bamboo everywhere in the sinkhole, which was more than enough to build the frame.

Moreover, bamboo is much easier to process than wood. After cutting it down, remove the branches and leaves, stack the bamboo stalks one by one, tie them together with rope, and you can build pillars and beams.

She has an axe, hammer, nails, scissors, rope, and mulch in her space. The materials are complete and the tools are handy. Once the location is decided, it shouldn't be too slow to get started.

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