"Welcome to CD!"

A figure stood under this sign, and after reading it softly through the bright sky, he turned his head to look into the distance.

The broken high-rise building gradually saw a trace of shadow, and it was beckoning to this embarrassed figure with a sense of tiredness that had not yet woken up, or a dead air of the twilight.

Gravel roads, scrapped cars are scattered, broken guardrails are covered with rust, and vines spread along the road, adding a different shade of green.

He watched, his facial expression fluctuating without any fluctuations, and then slowly walked along the broken highway.

This is exactly the dialect, alone, it took 4 days, through a distance of almost 300 kilometers, to finally come to this place.

Eat a little biscuit when you're hungry, drink a little water when you're thirsty, and there is no shortage of water on the route you envisioned, which also makes him take a comfortable bath, so although he is still very embarrassed to dress, his face looks very energetic.

The foggy sky was getting brighter and brighter, and at the same time, the pace of the dialect was getting slower and slower.

Nine days is enough time for him to learn some rules of survival in this world, just like how to avoid mechanical reptiles and how to avoid the detection of aircraft.

The anti-materiel sniper rifle he was carrying behind him never fired a shot after he left the team, and even if he encountered a few small mechanical troops, he quietly dodged them.

I have to say that it is indeed much more convenient for a person to act, whether it is to avoid or otherwise, but at the same time, a person's loneliness is slowly entangled in the heart of the dialect.

Now he feels that he is almost unable to speak, and in this world, he seems to be in no mood to even talk to himself.

After a few days of thinking, a few days of loneliness, the dialect seemed to understand what he wanted.

All he wanted was a friend, or a group, so that he would not be so lonely in another time and space, and he had something to say, but now, he gradually understood that the word "group" would only get farther and farther away from him......

Thinking about it, Fang Yan suddenly glanced back at the road he had walked when he came, the mountains and forests.

Maybe every wilderness has a song, so now looking at the wilderness behind you, it can only be regarded as a sad sigh.

No one was encountered, except for birds and insects, grass and trees, which, despite their vigour, lacked the vitality they once had, and seemed monotonous and deadly.

Fang Yan shook his head and continued to walk towards the front, the dead city......

……

The outline began to slowly become clear, Fang Yan looked down at the tablet in his hand, the time had come to 4:30, and compared to him, this day was still 30 minutes away.

Thinking, he smiled.

I don't know when, this has become a habit of my own, that is, 5 o'clock in the morning every day as the end of yesterday and the beginning of a new day.

Looking at the map of the tablet in his hand, Fang Yan took the anti-materiel sniper rifle behind his back, then put the tablet in his backpack, looked at the road ahead, and walked towards the nearest library, or more appropriately, the nearest sewer.

The city was quiet, almost as it had been seen in the town, it had been reduced to ruins, but on the streets, the wreckage of cars was blocking the entire lane.

The wind drove some small confetti to fly in the air, fluttering on the face of the dialect, and he was stunned, looking for a way in this ruin, and slowly groped his way forward.

And the further I go, the more the heart of the dialect sinks, the big city has the advantages of a big city, everything has a part, but at the same time there are some disadvantages, that is, vehicles, too many people.

It was as if now, on the road to the northwest out of the city, it had been blocked by the wreckage of cars, and some white bones were faintly visible from it, and a few traces of struggle before death could be faintly seen.

"Whew!"

Fang Yan exhaled, shook his head with a wry smile, looked at the storefront next to him that had been blasted through half of the door, walked in, and climbed to the top floor.

The sewer road is no longer passable, and the wreckage and rubble on the street have blocked the manhole cover, and even if they are found, there is no way to go down.

Taking out the tablet in his backpack again, Fang Yan called up the map and looked at it, then walked to the window around him and touched it with his scope, and after setting the route, he closed his eyes and memorized it in his head.

His primary target now is the nearest electrical city, or computer city.

Time passed slowly on the tablet, and the number 59 was replaced by 00, and 4 was preceded by a 1, becoming 5.

Gold, has not yet emerged, this piece of heaven and earth, is not bright......

Fang Yan reopened his eyes and glanced at the iconic building in front of him again before putting the tablet back in his backpack.

Coming out of the dilapidated door again, Fang Yan walked carefully and carefully to the front,

In this block, the sound of rubbing the rubbing soles of rubber shoes against gravel resounds, fine and steady.

……

The sun slowly climbed the mountain, and the golden light began to shine in the sky.

Fang Yan wiped the sweat from his head, the weather in August was originally very hot, especially when he still needed to concentrate on observing his surroundings, this feeling of stuffiness became more and more obvious.

He didn't want to come into contact with any machinery and then fight, he just wanted to be quiet and bring a little bit of something home from this plane.

The buildings in the distance have faintly appeared in the field of vision of the dialect, and as you can see from the tablet map, this area should belong to a pedestrian street, and in the center is where the computer city is located.

But at the same time, because this area belongs to the pedestrian street, it also looks very empty, and the wreckage of the cars that were originally piled up on the road is slowly decreasing, and the dialect takes a breath.

An open place also means that there is not much shelter, and in the previous dialect, you can also use the ruins to avoid the exploration of the aircraft, change the road to avoid the dormant mechanical reptiles, and burrow into the ruins to avoid the patrol mechanical reptiles......

Now, there are no such things.

Fang Yan licked his dry lips and walked into the nearest store to the pedestrian street, then lifted the muzzle of the anti-materiel sniper rifle out of the window, constantly observing the possible mechanical reptiles around him with the scope on it.

The flying machine in the sky flew low and then gradually flew into the distance, and in the memory of the dialect, this was the twelfth time that the patrolling aircraft had been encountered.

He didn't know why he still had the leisure to record these things, it was possible, it was really just a pain in the face.

Looking at the positions of several dormant mechanical reptiles and their orientation, Fang Yan thought for a moment, and then waited for another flying machine to fly in the sky before putting away his anti-materiel sniper rifle and walking downstairs.

Wouldn't it seem, so dangerous?