Chapter 341 The Acid Rain Strikes

• With the smog clearing, more survivors ventured out, crowding into the plaza's grand hall, trying to make a living. The endless loops of the emergency broadcast grated on everyone's nerves.
• "D*mn it!" someone muttered. If they could put food on the table back home, would they be sweating under this brutal heat, scrounging for survival? Who wouldn't rather kick back at home with their feet up, enjoying life?
• The broadcasts were nothing but noise, offering no real help. Instead of constant warnings about acid rain, why didn't they hand out two ounces of relief grain? That'd be far more useful!