"Not for herself, but for Natasha, for Seryosha. I didn't think about whether I would survive or not, but they had to keep living. Seryosha, for the sake of ......" - here the hand that was released let go of the pen.

Maybe that's what he added later, because there's no place to write down there, maybe it's because it doesn't matter where it's written.

Then the shuffled chronology resumed: "Allowed to pass through Nagorno, thank you." No more strength.

Go forward and fall. Get up and keep walking. Unconscious. How long did it take to pass out? I don't know. Is there blood in the lungs? Coughing up blood. Sick? Not ......"

The crooked letters, the twisted lines, are like the brainwaves of a dying person.

But then he woke up and recorded, "...... I couldn't find the damage. ”

"Nasimov Street, walked to. I know where there is a phone. I'm going to inform the people in the station...... Tell them no! Just me...... I miss my wife. His words grew more and more like unrelated bits of words, dyed maroon.

"Got through. Do you hear that? Soon I'm going to die. Odd. Fall asleep. There are no bullets. I want to fall asleep early...... Rats surrounded me, waiting. I'm alive. Get lost! ”

The end of the note, apparently written in advance, is written in a very solemn font: "Do not attack the Tula station, for the sake of those who gave their lives to stop this." ”

But Homer felt that the last words written by the communicator, the words written before the heart stopped beating forever were—"I'm alive." Get lost! ”

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A heavy silence enveloped the three men huddled around the campfire.

Homer no longer wanted to disturb the others, and silently turned over the ashes of the campfire with a stick.

There, the soaked poop was dying like a pagan with difficulty—and a raging storm awaited within.

Fate was taunting him.

How he wanted to solve the mystery of Tula Station!

Because he found this book, how proud he was, and even wanted to show off, because he could solve all the mysteries of this event alone......

But so what?

Now that the answers to all his questions were in his hands, he began to curse his curiosity.

Yes, when he picked up the notebook on Nasimov Street, he was breathing through a respirator, and he is still wearing a protective suit.

The correspondent writes that the terrible disease spreads through the air, and that there is no other route of transmission......

Germs have invaded his body, and this is possible, and the risk is great.

He was terrified when he knew that he had little left to live, what a complete fool!

Yes, it was an urge for him to overcome laziness and overcome fear.

But death in no way approves the actions of those who use death for personal ends.

The time period recorded in this notebook has a clear start and end point!

It took a month from the day of infection to death.

What did he have time to do in the limited 30 days he was sending......

What to do?

He had to confess to his companions that he was infected, and leave them for Kolomna to die—if not from infectious illness, but from starvation and radiation?

Also, if this terrible disease had eaten away at him, then the hunter and the boy and girl had been infected by the moment, knowing that they had been breathing the same air.

The hunter, in particular, had spoken to the guards who had come out of the blockade while he was at Tula Station.

Is there still a glimmer of hope that this terrible epidemic has spared him, that he can survive, and that he can survive?

If the illness spares him, he can continue his journey with the Hunter, who can continue to provide him with wonderful creative inspiration and materials.

Nikolai Ivanovich, an old, useless and giftless resident of Sevasdopol, who was once an assistant to the driver of a subway train, was clinging to the earth like a track, no longer alive, and he was dying. @·error-free start~~

Lose.

Homer, a chronicler and a mythologist, is a splendid butterfly, even though it has only one day to live in this world.

Perhaps, this tragedy was a gift from God, and God also gave him the pen of a great man, and now that everything is ready, it is up to him to do the rest.

Will he be able to bring this story to life on paper in the remaining 30 days of his life?

Does he have the right to ignore this opportunity?

Is there a right to indulge oneself as a hermit, to forget one's own experiences, to voluntarily renounce true immortality, and at the same time to deprive one's own contemporaries of the right to know these legends?

Is it a great crime, an incomparably stupid way to cross most of the subway system to pass the torch of a contagious disease into the hands of someone else, or to burn one's own manuscript, and then ***?

Like all vain and cowardly people, Homer had made his own choice, and now he collected only arguments in his favor.

Will he be mummified with two other corpses standing in the tomb of Kolomna?

What he did was not to publicize the exploits of the commanders of Sevasdopol, who had made the inhabitants of Sevasdopol live in isolation, and it was their decisions that made them themselves deprived of hope of finding their beloved.

They voluntarily took up their guard posts at the hospice.

There, each of them went from being a guard to a criminal who had to die if he was sentenced to death.

At least they don't have to die in solitude......

If he sacrificed himself, what was the point?

Nothing that happens will stop Hunt.

Homer was carrying germs, he did not know what to do, the hunter should know that at the Tula station he had talked to the people there.

No wonder he insisted on exterminating all the inhabitants of the area, even the caravan at the Sevasdopol station, and the mention of flamethrowers was not out of thin air......

If both of them have been infected, it is inevitable that the disease has spread to the Sevasdopol station.

First of all, those who have come into contact with them should have been infected, Yelena, the station master, the commander of the outer garrison, their guards.

This means that in three weeks Sevasdopol will lose its leader, then it will be in turmoil, and then the plague will break out and large numbers of ordinary people will die.

But how did Hunter himself avoid infection?

Why did he return to Sevasdopol even when he knew he might be able to spread the germs to others?

Homer gradually understood that Hunt's actions were not subconscious, and that his every step was according to a certain plan.

Until now, Homer has not scrambled his cards. @·error-free start~~.