If my father hadn't died in that blizzard, what would my life have been like?

What would I have been like if I hadn't chosen to go into the ruins alone?

If I hadn't heard that record, what would I be now?

What happens if I leave that rabbit behind and don't meet me Yanagihara and Al?

Recently, Liz has been thinking about these four questions.

Unfortunately, so far, she has not found the answer.

Thinking is always frustrating, especially when it comes to thinking without results.

Sitting in the moving snowmobile, Liz rested her head on Al's shoulder.

This made the girl's body stiffen for a moment, but she didn't dodge.

Feeling Al's thin body, Liz pursed her lips.

"Al, did Yanagihara abuse you before, how do you feel that you are not normal to lose weight."

"No, no." The girl hurriedly denied it.

"Yanagihara is very good to me."

"That's just giving you some bad food." Liz said as she pinched Al's cheek.

"People like her don't look like they can take care of children."

"I said." In the driver's seat, Yanagihara said with a slightly dark face: "I'm still here, if you want to say anything bad, can you go behind my back?" ”

"Aren't you turning your back on us now?" Liz shrugged her shoulders, not the slightest hint of bad words.

Recently, because of the concert, the two will always stay together to rehearse music, so the relationship has become a lot more familiar.

I have to admit that although Liz looks big and even a little crazy, it is also difficult to really get her approval.

She seems to trust her instincts very much, and she basically does not take the initiative to approach people who have a bad sense in her intuition.

And until now, Yanagihara doesn't know why she is so close to herself and Al.

It turns out that fate will always implicate the people who should meet unconsciously.

It's like that rabbit, like Yanagihara didn't kill anyone. Without one or the other, Liz couldn't have made it out of that corner of the street.

There will be no relationship between them.

"Z."

Suddenly, Yanagihara pressed the brakes on the snowmobile.

The inertia of the emergency stop caused Liz to fall off Al's shoulder and nearly hit the door panel of the car.

"Yanagihara, are you taking revenge on me?" Rubbing her hair, Liz looked up and complained.

At this time, she saw the reason for Yanagihara's emergency stop, and it turned out that a group of refugees carrying the carcasses of wild dogs were passing by in the center of the road.

They looked like there were about a hundred of them, and one of them had a familiar face, as if he was one of the refugees who had robbed Yanagihara and El that day.

"Ma'am!" Seeing Yanagihara, the leading man among the refugees exclaimed with a happy face.

"Ah, it's you again." Yanagihara sat in the car and nodded calmly.

That's right, the man in front of her is the robber leader who borrowed fire from her half a month ago.

"Yes." The man bowed his head respectfully and said to Yanagihara.

"Thank you very much for your previous advice, now that our lives are secure, we all want to work hard to live."

"Really?" Listening to the man's words, Yanagihara smiled rarely.

"That's good, well done."

"Hey, ma'am, you've won the prize, I just did what I could."

The man smiled and scratched his hair, but looking at his face, he was clearly proud of it.

"That's right." Suddenly, the man seemed to remember something and said to Yanagihara.

"Ma'am, we have just hunted a new batch of prey, and we are going to have a banquet tonight, can we invite you to come? Hearing me about you, my wife and children would like to thank you in person. ”

Yanagihara didn't agree to the man's invitation at the first time, but turned his head first and glanced at Liz and Al who were sitting in the back of the car with an inquiring look.

"I'm okay." Al whispered.

Liz, on the other hand, looked at Yanagihara meaningfully for a while, and after a while, she nodded and said.

"If you think it's okay, let's go."

She really didn't expect that the change of refugees was actually related to Yanagihara.

Obviously, he pretended not to know before.

Hmph, woman.

In short, when everyone had no opinion, the three finally accepted the invitation and attended the banquet of the refugees.

On the way, everyone introduced themselves.

The man in charge said that his name was Northford, and that he was one of the city managers of the original Western Thirteenth Greenhouse. It's just that half a year ago, the resources of Greenhouse 13 were completely exhausted, so everyone had to be forced to relocate.

And in the process of migration, there were disagreements in the ranks. So he left the group with some of the greenhouse's inhabitants and headed north to find a place to take them in, and finally came here.

Northumber had a wife named Lilith and a daughter named Nana.

Whenever he talked about his family, this man would have a happy look on his face, accompanied by endless topics.

In his chattering narrative, the crowd eventually arrives at the refugee camp.

Today, the camp has changed dramatically, with spiked steel plates and wire nets stacked on all sides to protect against dingoes entering the city to feed.

Simple tents made of canvas and discarded clothing line the streets and buildings to store supplies and temporary residents.

Most of the refugees in the ruins were gathered, with the elderly, women and children living in relative warmth and the men outside. The reason for this is to facilitate the vigilance and guard the supplies, and the second is to be able to gather people more quickly and go out to hunt wild beasts.

In short, when the blizzard comes, everyone will go underground and wait for the disaster to end.

The people in the camp seemed so happy to see Northalford's return that they didn't even bother with the extra snowmobile, and opened the gates.

The crowd carried the carcasses of more than thirty wild dogs into the camp, and took out the bacon and wine that had been prepared before to prepare the feast.

At this time, Yanagihara really saw the number of refugees, and they were about 1,000 people.

Among them, the proportion of adult men is not high, only about 30%, and the vast majority are still the elderly, women and children.

However, they all seemed to be in good spirits, and in the midst of laughter and cheers, the banquet before the blizzard began.

Looking at the refugees who were busy around him, Yanagihara suddenly thought.

This may be the decency and dignity of human beings.

At all times, we have the courage to yearn for beauty.