It was early autumn, the early autumn of New Era 02.

The sky was covered with lead clouds, and the temperature of the sun was not felt at all. The vast barren land was littered with scorch marks, with sparse trunks of dead and charred trees, a small black river winding and circling, and beyond, a mist with dilapidated buildings faintly visible.

It was formerly a well-known steel mill in Adelaide.

At the beginning of the great turmoil, people were still busy until countless crazy villagers rushed out of the surroundings... For unknown reasons, the frenzied villagers fiercely attacked the dazed workers, most of whom were injured and killed in the sudden situation, and then they were swallowed up by the crowd, and the rest looked for shelter in panic. Soon after, hundreds of workers who had failed to call for help began to take action under the leadership of the factory manager.

In the face of unexpected events that have never been encountered, people are somewhat unable to react. Most people don't understand until they die, why did the villagers suddenly do this? Of course, their strength seems to be a little greater。。。。。。

Several flying beasts landed on the wall of a boiler that had exploded and deformed, and then jumped onto the pile of rubble and began to rummage, and with a few sharp claws, the white bones pressed under the rubble were turned out.

The beast is the size of a hare, with gray fur and a pair of fleshy wings on its back, which are not symmetrical on the left and right. Jumping between the rubble, from time to time spreading his wings and flapping his fan, but he stumbled. The sharp claws turned out a piece of white bone under the rubble, and bit it down directly. There was no edible thing on the white bones for a long time, and this bite directly crushed this smooth white leg bone. With a "hiss", the juice in the bones was sucked out, and a few drops of paste fell between the rubble. The other flying beasts became more and more excited, and rummaged harder, and soon, a human skull was rummaged through...

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the tiny steel ball hit the feeding beast, and immediately splashed blood flowers. The pain-biting beast immediately dropped its skull and scattered, but it didn't go far, its small eyes staring at the source of the sound.

The muzzle of an old-fashioned Layton shotgun was still smoked, and the butt was clutched by a slightly emaciated man. The lower half of his body was wearing a pair of torn denim trousers, which were covered in dirt, and the cuffs of the pants were tightly wrapped around the high-top leather shoes that were also full of dirt. The upper body is a light blue denim jacket, the style is not trendy, there are multiple pockets stitched, each pocket is bulging, and the backpack on the back is even fuller, and the waist is tied with a long elastic chain. The shaggy black hair was restrained by an off-white tennis cap on his head, and the man's chin full of tomps could be seen under the brim. Because there are too many things on his body, the whole person looks like a beggar.

"Click"

Loading a bullet again, the man's momentum changed, and his slightly focused eyes cautiously looked at the ruins, moving cautiously.

The flying beast was in a commotion, staring closely at the skull that had just been turned out, and finally reluctantly left, and disappeared into the ruins in a blink of an eye.

The man glanced at the pile of rubble, and the white bones were faintly visible underneath, turned around and took out a small telescope from his left trouser pocket, and after a few seconds of careful observation, he took out a thick mask belt from his trouser pocket and walked in the direction of the workers' dormitory not far away.

From time to time, the hard soles step on all kinds of debris, making a "snort" crunch sound. The man's movement was very fast, and he soon reached the expected position, but the flying beasts around him were about to move but did not dare to follow, and the flying beasts that had been shot earlier actually limped into the cracks of the gravel and disappeared.

The workers' dormitory was only three stories high and could accommodate more than 200 people. When I got closer, I saw that the white paint on the exterior walls had peeled off piece by piece, the glass windows were all shattered, and there were broken glass slags everywhere, and thick steel bars were exposed under several badly damaged walls, rusting into maroon. Rao, but the workers' dormitory building is the best-preserved building in this ruin.

As far as the eye can see, the area at the center of the boiler explosion is directly a large pit that spreads outward, and the molten iron can be seen condensed on the surface of various waste residues everywhere, washed by rain, and covered with a piece of brown red.

With a steady step, the man carefully pushed open a half-hidden wooden door.

The small room was messy, the shelf bed on the left was poured to the right, a few wooden bed boards fell diagonally to the ground, and the bottom of the bed was full of all kinds of household garbage, exuding a strong musty smell.

Frowning, the man's gaze swept from every corner of the room, and finally settled on a small tin box on the windowsill of the doorway.

With a light sigh, the man took out half a cigar from his chest pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, and then put the small tin box back in its place, only to remove the razor holder and half a bag of blades inside.

"Sure enough, I still can't find anything useful!" The man muttered in authentic Australian Chinese.

Gently extinguished half of the cigar and kicked it on the wooden door of the dormitory next door. With a crisp sound, the rotten doorknob lock was directly scrapped by this kick.

"Crunch"

With a slight push on the door, the doorknob lock is uprooted.

"Why do you want to lock the door?"

The man cautiously pushed the door open.

Unlike the previous worker's dormitory, this room is much more spacious and tidy. The structural layout should be the place where the leader should work.

The only desk was a white human skeleton, and a black notebook was pressed under the right bone. Seeing this, the man hung the shotgun on his backpack, walked slowly to the desk, carefully picked up the notebook, and turned the yellowed pages.

"Why... They're all crazy ... I want to go home... ”

"Yev was eaten...

"I should have listened to you ... This is my last internship!"

"Goodbye! Mary! I'll end myself with the gift you gave me!"

The handwriting of each passage is slightly different, and it can be seen that it was written by the same person, but not at the same time. The handwriting is scribbled at first, but it is very neat and clear at the end. Closing the notebook, the man suddenly noticed the handle of the knife under the white bones!

It turned out that I used it to finish myself!

This is a single-edged dagger about 20 cm long, with an industrial material handle, slightly smooth to hold, and two English letters (KB) engraved on the end of the handle. The handle of the knife is jagged, and the knife body is full of dark red marks, and there is a faint flash of cold light, which shows that it is not an inferior product.

The man sighed lightly, took off his off-white tennis cap, and wiped the blade directly with the tennis cap. The lightly treated dagger immediately regains its original luster.

"Humanity should not choose to retreat in the face of disaster!"

As if muttering to himself, as if confiding in the dry bones in front of him, the blade of the knife slashed across the office desktop, leaving two English letters—D·Y.

Night soon fell, the earth was dark and cold, the silence was panicking, and there was a faint glimmer of light among the chaotic ruins.

It was a workers' dormitory with a closed door, and several concrete blocks were pressed against the door. The man stood in front of the small fire, and from time to time he stirred the fire with a stick, beside him was a short piece of wood made of bed boards, and whenever the fire weakened, the man threw a piece of wood into the fire, so that the flame could continue.

The flames danced from time to time, reflecting the man's face. It seems that it has not been sorted out for a long time, and this resolute and handsome face looks very sloppy and haggard.

"Except for those monsters, can't you really find anyone?"

Looking at the short dagger in his hand, the man muttered to himself.

"Forget it! What can no one do? I've been single for 26 years, Denton Johnson!" Laughing at himself, the man opened his backpack and took out a thick gray cloth from it and spread it next to the fire.

"Let's stay here for now! I'm sure I'll find something useful, so relax tonight! ”

Throwing two pieces of wood into the fire again, the man took out a wine bottle from his backpack and placed it on the cloth, which was visible to the naked eye and only a bottom remained. This was followed by a 500-gram canned beef, and finally a small bucket of mineral water.

Light the remaining half of the cigar and gently pry the tip of the knife on the lid of the can, and the lid will be opened. The tip of the knife up a piece of meat from the jar and puts it in your mouth.

frowned, chewed a few times, and swallowed in one gulp. Open the bottle and drink the rest of the bottle in one gulp.

"Hah... Not everything is as mellow as wine ... ”

Soon, the beef in the can is empty, unscrew the bottle of mineral water, pour a little, shake it lightly a few times, and drink.

The firewood swayed, and the man wet the towel with a little mineral water and wiped his face. Looking at the face in the small mirror on the ground, he took out his razor. The cold night was unusually silent and long, and the firewood had been quietly extinguished at some point. The man huddled in the corner suddenly shuddered, opened his eyes violently, and picked up the shotgun on the side. He was greeted by a faint glow from the vents.

Another day!