The bright night sky was as deep as ever.

She felt like her head hurt so much - what's wrong with her?

Countless screams and desperate wails rang out in my ears, and the backs of my hands that wiped my foreheads were covered with thick, blinding blood illuminated by the firelight—what had happened?

She swayed up her weakened body, which was on the verge of collapse, and thought for a long time in the ruins.

Piercing sirens, fiery meteors streaking across the sky, loud crashes and the crashing of buildings that followed—what did she seem to remember—her sister?

Little Red Riding Hood opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her hoarse throat, and even though she was desperate to shout something, she finally spat out only a few syllables of unknown meaning.

She staggered along, staggering through the uneven crumbs of cement.

"Ann...... Anya—" The various whinings in her ears became clearer, and her throat was barely able to speak under the moisture of saliva—she still hadn't found her sister—but she had seen another acquaintance.

Or rather, the corpses of acquaintances.

Mr. Mark, the caretaker of the small building, is dead. The lower half of his body was crushed into a pulp of flesh by an airdrop chamber, mixed with the splinters of wood and wet mud around him—she didn't know if the mud she was stepping on now had Mr. Mark's blood mixed in with it.

His crippled top half was littered with his favorite erotic magazines and a small uneaten chocolate cake, which had been completely soaked in wet mud, for Little Red Riding Hood felt little resistance when she accidentally stepped on it.

Mr. Mark must have never dreamed that he would die like this, so his eyes were wide open, and he looked as good as ever in the light of the fire—oh, that's probably what death doesn't look like, right?

Little Red Riding Hood shook her drowsy head to cheer herself up.

"Anya- Anya, are you there?" She felt as she grew tired and her steps harder, but a slight sound of response re-energized her fragile body.

"Sister—" The voice coming from not far away was faint, sounding like the heart-wrenching moan of a dying kitten.

"Anya?!" Little Red Riding Hood suddenly became excited, and she accidentally tripped over a piece of steel bar and fell to the ground, crawling to the edge of a rubble with her hands and feet, and looking around nervously, "Anya? ”

"Sister—" Anya's voice came from her side, and Little Red Riding Hood followed the prestige, and finally found her sister under a few jagged pieces of cement.

Even the orange firelight could not bring a trace of warmth to Anya's pale face, and the two big black eyes were long since empty and godless.

"N-no!"

Little Red Riding Hood went crazy digging through the damn rocks that had accumulated on Anya - but she was just an ordinary person - how could she lift those half-ton pieces of concrete wreckage?

Her arms trembled uncontrollably, and she gently stretched out her scarred right hand to caress her sister's cheek, but she felt a desperate, cold sense of death.

Tears that had suddenly slipped from the corners of Little Red Riding Hood's eyes mixed with the dried blood on her face, turning into a thicker, stranger liquid, until it quietly dripped on the ground, splashing some dust that no one could see.

Why is this so—why does this misfortune berain a child?

Her lovely, well-behaved sister...... Will leave her just now...... Is it?

"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"

Her eyes, which had not seen light for a long time, were tied up by the sun, and she had to squint her eyes again immediately.

What catches your eye is a snow-white ceiling, and a small fan hanging from it is making some annoying noises.

She turned her head sideways and found a familiar figure lying beside her bed—her dear sister.

"Sister-cough!" A violent cough interrupted her soft crying and drew at the sharp pain all over her body, causing her to burst into tears.

"Anya?" Little Red Riding Hood lifted her head, and her haggard face was instantly filled with hysterical delight.

"Water...... I want to drink ......" Anya is still very weak, so she speaks very slowly and softly.

"Good. Don't move, my sister will pour for you. Little Red Riding Hood rubbed her swollen eyes and got up from her low chair.

Rubbing her sore waist, she poured a glass of boiling water for Anya in the thermos pot next to the bed.

But Little Red Riding Hood quickly frowned, turned her head with the cup and gently instructed Anya, "This water is a little cold, sister will go and change the boiling water for you." You are here, and don't run around. ”

"Hmm!" A gentle smile appeared on Anya's face.

"I'll be back soon." Little Red Riding Hood touched her sister's head and couldn't help laughing.

Her speed was indeed fast, and it took about four or five minutes for ordinary people to walk back and forth from this ward at the end of the corridor to the boiling water room, while Little Red Riding Hood only took about two minutes to return to Anya's ward.

Anya, who was sitting on the hospital bed, had already lifted her quilt,—— she asked her sister who had just walked to the door and was carefully holding a glass of slightly warm boiling water, "My ...... What about the legs? ”

Anya's clear, innocent eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

A month later.

The Great Desert of Tamara.

Gathering Point Three was on the convoy heading to the Marginal Colony.

"Hey, Little Red Riding Hood. Are you really going to carry this drag oil bottle? The man sitting in front of her leaned on the back of his chair and turned his head to shout at Little Red Riding Hood.

"Shut up! Vaasa, your loud voice almost lifts the roof of your car. Little Red Riding Hood took her sister's hand tightly and glared at Vaasa.

"Do I have a loud voice?" Vasa's face wrinkled like a banana peel that had been stepped on a few times, and asked his companions suspiciously.

"You're like a cannon in your mouth!" An eyepatch-wearing veteran beside Vasa seemed to have endured his rant for a long time, so he gritted his teeth a little as he taunted him.

"Oh." Vasa touched his face a little embarrassed, and then continued to ask Little Red Riding Hood loudly in what he thought was a soft voice, "I heard that you spent a lot of money to get your sister in the convoy, right?" ”

"Hmm." Little Red Riding Hood replied sullenly, rubbing Anya's head.

"Tsk!" Vasa touched the thick beard on his face, "I don't have any money to talk to everyone, you can look at the skinny child." ”

As he spoke, he took out two pieces of white bread from his arms and handed them to the lovely Anya,—— but Anya quickly and politely rejected his kindness at the suggestion of her sister.

"Come on, Vasa," another voice came from the corner of the car, "Anya is a girl, if any man looks like a water tower like you, he would dare to ask her." ”

"It's good to be strong." Vasa was not annoyed, and swallowed two fist-sized pieces of bread into his stomach one by one, like a finger biscuit, and finally burped rudely.

Outside the car window, the dust and sand are still the same as they turn the sky yellow—but who would have thought that beneath this now-dead desert lies a megacity that has completely disappeared into the sand?

"It's okay Anya." Little Red Riding Hood pinched her sister's face with some distress, as she looked as if she was frightened by Vasa's stupidity.

"Well, that's okay." Anya is wearing a new pale yellow dress that her sister bought for her today - the small skirt is very suitable for Anya, and the white print on it will make this little girl with a sweet smile look even more cute and moving.

It's just that Anya rarely smiles now, and spends most of the day staring at her mutilated legs.

Even if it doesn't matter if she always comforts her sister, what girl in the prime of her cardamom years can easily accept the cold fact that she is disabled for life?

Little Red Riding Hood pursed her lips, sighed, and hugged her sister, who had begun to stare at the hem of her skirt again. She opened her mouth, but in the end she couldn't say anything, so she had to gently stroke Anya's soft hair over and over again.

The well-wishers of the fringe colonies must have a way, Anya.

Little Red Riding Hood looked out the window at the sun, which was blurred by the endless yellow sand.