He opened his laptop, didn’t choose to play games, but instead inserted a USB drive, opened the data folder inside, selected a document titled “Comprehensive Information on Radio,” and began to read.

Facing the apocalypse, how should one prepare? This wasn’t just something Brian Sullivan had thought about—even some national governments had considered it. For example, Norway built a doomsday seed vault to store a vast number of seeds. Brian Sullivan didn’t have the ability to store seeds, but besides stockpiling essential supplies, he also hoarded a massive amount of knowledge.

Knowledge from all walks of life was meticulously categorized and stored in over three hundred USB drives and more than fifty hard drives, all downloaded directly from digital libraries.

There were also countless movies, novels, games, songs, and even adult romance films.

Only someone as mentally abnormal as him would do such a boring thing as doomsday prepping in times of peace—in fact, Brian Sullivan had even more ridiculous habits. He had prepared dozens of inflatable dolls in different models and styles, one of which had already been used a few times...

The document was very detailed, covering almost every book on radio technology.

Brian Sullivan planned to thoroughly study radio technology.

One reason was that he wanted to modify the 15A radar to scan for living creatures underground; another was to upgrade the vehicle’s radio, increase its search power, and see if he could pick up signals from other survivors.

Compared to contacting survivors face-to-face, or even by radio, Brian Sullivan much preferred using radio.

It was much less dangerous.

...

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The mechanical watch showed the time as 11:46 p.m. on July 9, 2022. Night had fallen deep.

Rubbing his dry eyes, Brian Sullivan got up and opened every skylight in the King Kong, shining a flashlight through the glass to check the situation outside.

The torrential rain showed no sign of letting up.

The water had already risen past most of the tires, nearly a meter deep, and the King Kong’s chassis was already submerged. Fortunately, the vehicle had been sealed and modified, with all vents on the sides and top, so there was no leakage for now.

“I wonder how long this rain will last.”

After checking, Brian Sullivan wiped his face with a damp towel, lay down on the bed in the small compartment, and went to sleep.

That night.

Brian Sullivan had a dream in which he became a baby, lying in a cradle, with his mother sitting beside him, gently rocking him. A feeling called happiness filled his heart—a feeling he hadn’t experienced in seven or eight years.

Dang dang dang dang!

The alarm clock jolted Brian Sullivan awake from his dream, and he suddenly realized he was now in the apocalypse.

Rubbing his shiny scalp, he muttered, “My head feels dizzy, like the world is spinning...”

“Wait, that’s not right!” Brian Sullivan was startled to realize it wasn’t his head spinning, but the King Kong itself shaking. “What’s going on?!”

He got up to get out of bed, put his feet on the floor to put on his shoes, but stepped right into a puddle of water.

The King Kong was leaking!

There was already ten centimeters of standing water!

“How could it be leaking?!”

Brian Sullivan didn’t bother looking for his shoes, wherever they had floated off to. He stood up in the water, left the compartment, and scanned the cabin. With one look, he saw that water was flowing in from the side vent.

He hurriedly opened the side window, only to see that, at some point, the rainwater had already risen past the window. Judging by the height, only the roof of the King Kong was still above water.

Clack!

He opened the top skylight. Ignoring the pouring rain, Brian Sullivan held a flashlight in his mouth and climbed straight onto the roof.

The downpour lashed him, instantly soaking him to the bone. Even more chilling, wherever the flashlight shone, and as far as his eyes could see, there was nothing but a vast expanse of water. It was as if the entire world had been submerged in a dark flood. Even though it was already six or seven in the morning, the sky was still pitch-black and gloomy, indistinguishable from the water below.

The surging rainwater swirled around, rocking the King Kong unsteadily.

A thirty-ton heavy truck, though not floating, now felt like a toy, as if a single strong current could sweep it away at any moment.

“How could this happen?!”

For a moment, Brian Sullivan didn’t know what to do. The King Kong wasn’t a submarine—it couldn’t keep the water out.

At that moment—

“Roar!”

From somewhere far away, an unknown, deep beastly roar suddenly echoed, chilling and sinister.

Chapter 10: Prehistoric Giant Crocodile Crashes In

A beast’s roar snapped Brian Sullivan back to his senses. This was the apocalypse—mutant monsters lurked all around.

He hurried back into the King Kong, closed the skylight, and, not caring about ventilation, quickly grabbed tape to seal the side vent, preventing more water from coming in, leaving only the top vent open.

Hopefully, the rising water wouldn’t completely submerge the King Kong.

The tape finally stopped the water from leaking in, but this didn’t solve the root problem. As long as the torrential rain didn’t stop and the water kept rising, the King Kong would remain in danger.

All Brian Sullivan could do now was pray for the sky to clear soon.