In the dim alley, an emaciated figure stumbled in. This is an unkempt teenager with black hair that has not been washed for many days, mixed with sweat and mud, and is clinging to his scalp.www.biquge.info

Worn-out clothes can only be called a fig leaf! The boy's speed was not fast, and his pace was still a little floating, obviously his physical strength had reached its limit. His thin hands were clasped to his chest, and in his bosom was a black paper bag, and in the paper bag, which the boy regarded as a treasure, half of the moldy dry bread was exposed.

A curse came from outside the alley, followed by a jumble of footsteps!

Suddenly, a wooden stick flew over and smashed firmly into the boy's calf. The boy snorted and fell to the ground, the moldy bread in the paper bag rolling out and falling into the muddy water on the ground.

The boy crawled over in a panic, carefully picked up the bread, and stuffed it into his clothes. And in this delay, three adult men have already caught up.

"Little bunny, look where you're going!"

Although the three of them are adults, they are thin and completely devoid of human form, and the clothes on their bodies are patches and patches, and many places have long been torn and unshaped. Their complexion was dark, their hair was dry and dirty, and their blackened teeth could be seen from a single mouth.

The man at the head stepped forward and kicked on the young man's shoulder, directly knocking the emaciated young man to the ground, but the young man was still holding the bread in his arms, he did not get up, but subconsciously curled up his body, and firmly protected his head and the bread in his arms.

"Don't play dead for Lao Tzu, hand over the food."

The other two men gathered around, they kept swallowing their saliva, their hungry stomachs screaming fiercely, and their eyes were full of greedy desire when they looked at the boy.

"This is mine!" The first time the boy spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, but it exuded an unchangeable firmness.

"Now, it's ours!"

The three men had a hideous look on their faces, and then suddenly raised their big feet and stepped on the young man's body fiercely, and the leader directly picked up the wooden stick that was thrown aside, and then pulled it down at the young man's head.

Blood flowed down the boy's forehead in an instant, and the hands holding the bread also loosened a little, and finally, the boy's entire body stretched out in the beating of the three, as if he had lost all his strength and vitality.

The man in the lead spat and threw the stick in front of the boy, and then he crouched down and grabbed the moldy bread that was exposed from the boy's tattered clothes.

The man's face showed a look of excitement, he could finally eat a bite of food in three days, the feeling of hunger almost destroyed his will, otherwise he would not have chased the boy for this dry moldy bread and ran a full street, and his physical strength was almost bottoming out so that he couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to swallow the bread, and there was no residue left.

But just as the man's right hand was about to touch the bread, the young man, who had lost all his strength, suddenly raised his head. He has a pair of pitch-black eyes, like two black holes in the abyss, without any emotion. The young man suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the man's wrist violently, and in the other party's stunned, the young man had already picked up the wooden stick that was still stained with his own blood, and then stabbed it directly into the other party's left eye......

The scarlet blood accompanied the man's screams spread far and wide in the dim alley, and the young man, like a fierce wolf, turned over and threw the man to the ground, raising and stabbing the wooden stick in his hand!

The other two men were already stunned by the scene in front of them, and the young man who watched as he watched used a wooden stick to stab the face of the leading man into bloody flesh, and the blood soaked the dirt under the man's body, outlining a bewitching crimson pattern.

"This is mine!"

The young man raised his head, his blood-stained hands clutched the wooden stick, and his dark eyes looked coldly at the two men.

"Ahh

With a terrible scream, the two men turned around and ran like crazy, disappearing into the dim alley in an instant.

Throwing away the stick in his hand, the boy's face was expressionless, blood and dirt obscuring his countenance. He skillfully ripped off the man's tattered clothes, then limped to the bread on his chest and looked at the dead body lying in a pool of blood.

"This is for my brother and sister, and no one can take it away!"

After the young man said a word to the dead body, he disappeared at the end of the alley without looking back......

In the year 2056, a terrifying rift appeared in the sky, and huge metal warships descended from the sky along with ferocious mechanical creatures, and the earth fell after nearly three months of resistance!

Death, Doom, Destruction!

It became the only theme on the earth, huge mechanical structures rose from the ground, completely transforming the face of the earth, and human beings became the appendages of these mechanical creatures, and a large number of young adults were plundered, and the elderly and children were abandoned.

It took nearly a decade of silence for humanity to erupt and establish a human-only habitat in parts of the planet.

The scarcity of food, drinking water and energy has made it difficult to survive, and the only thing that survivors can do is to burrow into the abandoned mechanical structures and search for all the resources they can use......

The boy dragged his scarred body to a dilapidated old house, and before entering, he looked around, and there was not the slightest figure in the dim environment.

"Knock knock!"

knocked lightly on the door, and after a while, the door opened a gap, and a pair of bright big eyes were revealed, and then shouted excitedly: "It's Brother Trace, Brother Trace is back." ”

After waiting for a minute, the door was completely opened, and the six little ones ran out happily, one by one sensibly rushing to take the clothes from the young man's hand, and then watched with amazement as the young man put the bag of moldy bread stained with dirt and blood on the table.

"Plug the door and divide the food."

Although the little ones were very thin, they were in good spirits, and everyone closed the door with all hands and feet, and then piled the heavy wooden tables and chairs behind the door, and died directly.

Most of the six little ones are six or seven years old, and one of them is a rather shy girl. At this time, everyone stared at the moldy bread in the bag, and even if saliva was about to flow out, no one reached out to grab it.

The boy drew a rusty dagger from under the table, and carefully cut the bread into even sixths.

"Let's eat."

For the first time, the boy smiled, the blood on his forehead had been wiped dry by him long before entering the room, a habit he had developed over the years. After the orphanage was completely destroyed by the hungry crowd, the teenager took the children into hiding here.

"Brother, don't you eat?" The only girl among the six children whispered.

"I've eaten it." Scar smiled and touched the girl's head lovingly, and then he quietly tightened his belt tighter.