Chapter 194: The Flower of the Last Days (01) Expulsion
The moment she opened her eyes, Bolan froze.
The new world in front of you, with its high-rise buildings, wide roads, supermarkets and gas stations, is undoubtedly modern.
After experiencing the comparison, Bolan has been secretly praying not to go to the ancient times again.
In that era when women's thoughts and freedom were imprisoned too much, she really didn't want to go through it again.
However, such modernity is greatly out of Bolan's expectations.
Most of the high-rise buildings are in ruins.
The wide road is cracked and full of potholes at the moment.
Not far away, the glass and doors of the supermarket were smashed, and the shelves were emptied.
Now the gas station where Bolan is located is one of the few intact facilities.
Memories came flooding back at this time.
Not so long ago, the once orderly civilized world was polluted by unknown sources of pollution.
The three adults turned into zombies, and all the vegetation was also changed. The zombies start attacking humans and try to destroy everything.
The world has become the last days. In the last days, resources become precious.
Most of the remaining seventy percent of ordinary humans are no match for zombies, and only one in 10,000 ordinary people have awakened their abilities.
The task of protecting ordinary people, repelling zombies, and rebuilding homes mainly falls on these supernatural beings.
The original owner, Moran, has just entered his sophomore year, and he is at the age when he has infinite hopes for the future. Who knew that the end of the world came, and my parents became zombies and disappeared.
The Adepts were divided into several camps and built some safe bases, but the space and resources were limited, and not all ordinary people were eligible to enter.
Whether you can go to the base or not depends on how much value each person has.
Those medical and biological experts, even if they don't have any special abilities, are undoubtedly the hottest figures. Every base is scrambling to fight for them.
Because nowadays, plants are mutating, and no new food can be grown. And the world's reserves will run out one day.
If they can come up with a recipe for the recovery of various plants and crops, humanity will not become extinct.
These experts are the hope of the future.
Moran is also an anomaly, although only the weakest water ability among them, she was co-opted by the third base, and her usual job is to provide fresh water to everyone.
However, the need for mental energy to make water, worries about his parents, and a lack of natural physique made Moran's water production very low.
The foundation does not support idlers, Moran's output and consumption are not proportional, and many people feel that Moran is useless, regard her as a thorn in the eye, and want to expel her away.
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"What are you doing?" Coldly, Bolan was pushed, because Bolan is a tree spirit, and she is naturally strong, although the thrust is very strong, she only shakes her body slightly.
But Bolan fell down softly, because she wanted to see what else would happen next.
The one who pushed her was a sturdy man named Fang Yong. Looking down at her with fists clasped in both hands:
"It took ten minutes to spawn such a small bucket of water, what kind of water ability are you? It's a waste of resources for you to take away a pack of instant noodles and two breads every day! I think you're still ......."
"Don't, Brother Fang." A girl flashed out of the crowd, she was Mo Lan's classmate Xu Qingyan, she was a wind type ability, with a certain defensive ability, especially when resisting zombies.
"There are not many people with water system abilities in our base, let's give Moran another chance, her parents have become zombies, it's so sad, wait to adjust your mood, and the production capacity will go up......" Xu Qingyan continued to intercede.
"Wait until what day? What if she runs out of resources and hasn't adjusted yet? Fang Yong didn't have a trace of sympathy.
The circumstances of the last days have made this man who was not kind-hearted even more indifferent.
In the past, Fang Yong was just an electrician. When the end came, he awakened the electric ability, which can control the thunder and lightning elements in the air, and his attack skills are very strong, which can be regarded as a good strength among the abilities.
With the increase in his right to speak, his temper has also grown, and he has recently expelled several ordinary people one after another.
Now, he finally set his sights on the weaker Adepts.
Bolan took Xu Qingyan's kindness to heart and glanced at Fang Yong silently.
When she first arrived, she had just received the memories and didn't want to be too aggressive.
Let's be like this, the enemy doesn't move, I don't move.
If the enemy moves, it will not be too late for me to move.
In Fang Yong's opinion, such a look was tantamount to provocation. He was a little annoyed, but suddenly smiled again.
The ill-intentioned kind.
"It's not impossible to give it a chance. Anyway, if you want to stay, you can live in a small tent first. It's not too late to move back when you can produce water well. ”
Xu Qingyan's face suddenly changed color: "Brother Fang, you, you...... How can it be ......"
Bolan also learned from her memory that the so-called small tents were occupied by young women with some looks.
They didn't have the ability to awaken and wanted to live, so they agreed to use their bodies as an exchange resource to get into the tent.
The place where Moran and the others live is far away from the small tent, and they usually take a detour even if they need to pass by.
It's a terrible feeling to be a woman, but you can't help them. So I can only stay away, out of sight, and my heart is better.
The last days are like this, the civilization built up for thousands of years seems to be destroyed overnight, and the earth today is like a wounded but unable to heal itself, only exposed to bloody wounds, which suppurate and grow maggots until everything rots.
Bolan narrowed her eyes and raised her hand and walked towards Fang Yong.