Wait until the agreed time.

If she had miscalculated the day, the railcar would have arrived soon on a damp and gloomy night.

In this cursed place, she lived like years, but now she had only one way out - waiting.

At the other end of the bridge, a locked sealed door awaited her, which only once a week would open from the inside, on the day of the fair.

Sasha has nothing to sell today, but more to buy than ever.

Now it doesn't matter to her what the people on the railcar ask of her, as long as they can bring her to the world of the living.

The cold body of her dead father has brought her down, and she hopes that she can buy a ticket to normal human society, before her father's body begins to decompose.

Sasha had imagined countless times that one day, she and her father would be able to reach another subway station, surrounded by people, who she would be able to associate with and meet the important people in her life......

Can he?

Is he worth relying on?

She asked her father several times to know what he had been like in his youth.

Not only does she want to go back to her childhood past her father's story, but she also secretly puts herself in the role of her mother, who is played by an enigmatic beautiful man with unpredictable lines, which is her clumsy fantasy of love.

She even worries that she won't be able to find a common language with others.

What topics will others talk about with her?

There is only a handful of time left until the arrival of the rail car, perhaps, only a few minutes.

She looked down on the men and women, and she believed from the bottom of her heart that her intention to return to human society was a betrayal of her dead father.

If staying in this station could save her father's life, then she would be desperate to stay and would not hesitate for a second.

The candlelight struggles dying in the glass jar, and Sasha ignites another candle with the flames.

During a long trip, her father found an entire box of candles, from which Sasha took a few of them, which had been lying in the wide pockets of her overalls.

Sasha felt that her life and her father's life were like this candle, and when her father's lamp of life was extinguished, part of his life would continue over hers.

Will those people on the railcar be able to see the signal she is sending?

The fog here is so heavy.

Until now, she has such a psychological presupposition, and she will never delay even a minute or a second outside meaninglessly.

It was her father's ban, and her father's swollen throat was a living warning to her.

At the edge of the station, Sasha often felt uncomfortable, like a captured gopher, looking around, mustering up the courage to step up the first step of the subway bridge, and she wanted to look at the black river that crossed under the bridge.

Now she has more time to waste.

Hunched back slightly, shivering in the autumn wind, she took a few steps forward, and a collapsed multi-storey house appeared in the half-light and half-darkness of the twilight behind the receding scrawny trees.

Amid the sound of the oily, mud-filled river, an unidentified monster moaned in the distance. Moaning.

Suddenly, the moan was joined by a sad squeak......

Sasha stood up and lifted the candlestick, when suddenly a cunning light from the bridge answered her.

A railcar in disrepair was coming towards her through a thick fog like cotton, its wedge-shaped lights piercing the night and splitting it in half.

The girl took a few steps back—the railcar wasn't the one she used to come to.

The car was driving with great difficulty, as if every time its wheels turned forward, it required a great deal of force from the person operating the handlebars.

Finally, it stopped 10 paces away from Sasha. A tall fat man wrapped in a protective suit jumped out of the car, and behind the glass of the gas mask was a flickering demonic flame, hiding from Sasha's gaze.

The man had one in his hand

Put a Kalashnikov rifle with a wooden butt.

"I want to get out of this place." Sasha lifted her chin and declared.

"Leave." The strange man's response was like an echo, perhaps out of surprise, perhaps out of sarcasm and sarcasm, and the man lengthened the vowels.

"Do you have anything to sell?"

"I don't have anything left." She stared at his burning eye sockets, which were surrounded by iron.

"Everybody has something to sell, especially women." The man snorted, and suddenly remembered something, "Are you going to abandon your father?"

"I don't have anything left." Sasha hung her head, repeating her words.

"It's a chokehold." The masked man said in a dismissive and slightly disappointed voice, "He might be disappointed now."

He picked up the harness of Sasha's overalls with the barrel of his gun and dragged her down unhurriedly.

"You don't have the right to do that!" Her voice was hoarse, and she snapped free and stepped back.

The candlestick fell to the railroad tracks with the glass cover, and the glass shards flew everywhere, and for a moment, darkness swallowed up the fire.

"They left here and never came back, you know?" The strange man looked at her indifferently, looking at her with lifeless, frozen glass.

"Let me take you away, you don't have enough money for my journey, one-way. Do the math yourself, you are enough to pay your father's debt to me."

The machine gun flipped in his hand, the butt forward, and struck Sasha in the temple, causing Sasha to lose consciousness as if out of kindness.

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Su Mengfan found that Sasha hadn't come back all night, although there had been cases where she hadn't come back at night before.

But this time, it was unexpectedly unusual, Su Mengfan was afraid that Sasha would not be able to accept the blow, and thought about suicide.

He picked up his Reaper rifle, which was empty of bullets, and was all used to exchange for food and medicine.

I had to pack my bags and search the room to see if there were any melee weapons.

Unexpectedly, he found a letter left by Adama.

"By the time you read this letter, I must have died.

A sinful man like me does not deserve to live in this world. However, I still have to take care of Sasha, and I must live for her. I can't live up to her expectations, and I can't live up to her efforts.

I am very grateful to Alcohen for saving me from the mouth of the vicious dog, and for my observation during this time. He is a trustworthy person.

I hope that Sasha and Alcoen can support each other and rely on each other in this cannibalistic last days."

Next to the letter was a sharp dagger with the inscription: "For my beloved daughter Sasha"

Su Mengfan held it tightly in his hand, and found that this dagger was obviously different from the one that Hunter had given him before.

It feels heavy, maybe this is the power of love.

Then, after tidying up, he went out to look for Sasha.