At first, nausea, vomiting, and loss of appetite......

However, this is not the worst.

This was followed by persistent diarrhea and a large amount of blood in the stool.

For me, it's a luxury to stay that way.

This is followed by a fever and weakness, and blood seeps under the skin, causing purple spots to appear on various parts of the body.

The complications are varied, as if we were all sinners destined to endure painful suffering.

Then the mouth, throat, gums become inflamed and ulcerated, the rectum and urethra bleed, and the hair falls out......

It is a chronic process that accompanies the death of the person before the final "liberation".

Life is devastating, and the air of despair hangs over the survivors.

I also thought about ending this painful torture, and I couldn't help but do it several times, but when I saw Linda and Mary, my heart softened.

Mary held her doll all the time.

Like her dolls, her hair gradually fell out and her teeth slowly lost over time.

The pain in the bones is the most unbearable, as if someone is holding a wooden stick, breaking the bones one by one, and then starting to put them back together.

Seeing my young daughter suffering such great pain, she looked at me and kept wailing: "Daddy save me, Daddy save me!" ”

My heart is like a knife, and I want to exchange my life for my daughter's health, but unfortunately there is no other way but to hate this hateful nuclear bomb attack.

Sometimes I can't help it, I really want to strangle Mary with my own hands, so that she can "relieve" this endless pain.

But seeing her daughter's pitiful appearance, she could only hide her face and sob.

Tears have long since dried up, but pain and sorrow never dry up.

When I think of this, I hate it in my heart!

Hate the sky, hate the earth, hate the person who started the nuclear bomb.

In the lonely and dark night, I wept silently, hating myself for being incompetent and unable to protect them.

Death is a kind of happiness, I can only look up to such happiness, I have no ability, no room, and I can't choose death.

I can only watch my loved ones suffer day and night, and try to comfort them as much as possible, even though I have to endure great pain......

Linda gave birth, and the baby was born with only a head and torso, and no limbs.

The head is surprisingly large, like a "tadpole......

Looking at his declining wife, he could only hold back his tears and gently tell her: The child died.

In order that the newborn would not suffer as long as Mary's, I took him by the neck with my own hands with great grief.

This is my son, my own son.

It is my ability to bring him into this world, but I am not able to let him enjoy the love of his parents and feel the beauty of this flowery world.

It's just that he didn't come at the right time.

Sometimes it's easier to die than to live......

Linda was about to disappear from my life, her withered body covered with only skin and bones.

Before he died, he repeatedly asked why such suffering accompanied us.

I have always remembered our newborn child, and I am ashamed of him.

However, the parched eye sockets could no longer shed half a tear......

Burying Linda with my own hands and letting her sleep with her son in her arms was the only thing I could do.

May there be no sickness in heaven.

My life is coming to an end, and I can't record all this tragedy......

Looking at my lonely little Mary, I could only shed muddy tears.

She used to be so cute and beautiful like a princess.

After this happened, I still told her that she was the most beautiful princess.

Although I hid all the reflective items in the house, Mary knew what she looked like.

We don't have much, we can't bear her willfulness, in fact Mary knows what she looks like, she doesn't cry or make trouble, she is actually very well-behaved, surprisingly quiet.

Because she found that her parents who loved her deeply left one by one, who could she be angry with when she was lonely?

Maybe she'll follow me soon after I'm gone.

And Linda and I can only be in the sky, silently waiting for her arrival......

Linda, my dear! I'm coming......

The diary was broken at this point.

I kept thinking back to the scene of Seid, as if Seid was himself, and he was Seid.

This situation can no longer be described in a few words of misery and pity, and the people who die immediately after the nuclear bomb attack are far happier than the survivors.

Mark remained silent, his mind filled with images of Syd and his wife and daughter, so much so that he remembered the miserable and helpless expressions of his wife and mother after the nuclear bomb attack......

Laurena seemed to understand Mark's pain, and soothed the grief with her characteristic tenderness.

Seeing that Mark's expression had calmed down slightly, Tucker walked towards him.

After telling everyone the sad urging in the book, although the voice was not loud, what happened shocked everyone present, including Beyoncé and Sandru.

Beyoncé may be the offspring of the little girl Mary.

The fission of their genes causes them to grow out of shape, so that they do not take on a human form.

Unlike the creatures he saw in Pandora's Box, these miserable poor people were physically asymmetrical.

"Mom~ I smell the fragrance, and you are enjoying the delicious food alone after breaking us apart......"

After the children's voice sounded, a string of heavy footsteps and the figure of a middle-aged man rushed towards him.

His presence shocked everyone, just as the presence of everyone shocked him.

The middle-aged man waved his thick arms and threw himself at Clark, a petite figure looming on his chest.

The petite figure cried out in a childish girlish voice, "Mom! It turns out that there are so many delicious foods here, you brought them here, why didn't you say it earlier? ”

Clark was too frightened to move when he saw such a terrible monster pounce on itself.

The laser gun in his hand only fired one shot, and was snatched away by the monster splitter.

The laser gun pierced the middle-aged man's arm, revealing a fist-sized hole.

White smoke still billows from the entrance to the cave, and the smell of burnt food fills the cave.

But the middle-aged man didn't feel pain, propped his injured arm on the ground, grabbed Clark's body with the other hand and lifted him high, trying to hang him to the ground.

"Stop! Stop it, you idiot! Trouble can happen all day long. What else can you do besides eat? ”

The monster attacks quickly, leaving everyone before they can react.

His arm softened in fear of Beyoncé's rebuke, saving Clark's life.

But the little girl on his chest still said unrelentingly: "Mom, they are all bad people, why can't we eat them?" ”

Beyoncé rudely pushed away Sandru's embrace, dragging her heavy steps towards the middle-aged man.

Still holding the spoon used to cook soup in his hand, he struggled to hit the middle-aged man's buttocks.

While scolding, he scolded: "You two dead things. These people are your dad's friends, what else do you know besides eating? ”

The middle-aged man has long been afraid of his mother's scolding, and he is terrified.

The thick palm protected his hips, constantly jumping and dodging, avoiding Beyoncé's hard blows, and kept begging for mercy in his mouth: "Mom, I was wrong, Mom, we were wrong......"

The bodies of the little girl and the middle-aged man are coherent, and naturally they are also very painful.

Although she wailed in pain, she was obviously smarter than her brother, so she asked, "Mom, you're wrong, we don't have Dad'......"

Mark caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man's arm being shot through the area that was actually healing, and the healing speed was far faster than that of ordinary lizardmen.