Homer felt that Hunt's shooting was not out of concern for our own lives, nor was it out of disgust.

The senseless killing was perhaps simply to satisfy a unique personal hobby.

Thinking of this, for a moment, Homer didn't even want to follow Hunt any further.

His cruelty and ruthlessness tormented his nerves all the time.

This is contrary to the beautiful things in his books, and it also rudely destroys his own view of beauty in his heart.

The silent death of the two ghouls angers their companions.

Upon a fresh smell of death, the most timid and lazy of them rushed in the direction of the platform, their hoarse breathing and plaintive cries almost audible.

They filled the trains on both sides, sticking to the windows and gathering at the carriage doors, silent.

These cannibals did not show hatred and thirst for revenge, and the arrogance of attack, and the three of them should leave quickly.

The ghouls began to greedily gnaw on the corpses of their own companions.

Homer argues that it is Hunt's nature to be aggressive and aggressive, and that those who eat carrion for a living have no need to kill others, nor do they have that need.

For all living things will die one day, and when they die, they will fall into their mouths and become their food.

All you need is waiting.

Under the light, through the green dirty glass, the dirty faces that were attached to the glass could be faintly seen—twisted bodies, long claws, endlessly touching the aquarium of Satan the Devil from the inside.

In the darkness and dead silence, hundreds of pairs of cloudy, eerie eyes stared at them without relenting for a moment, watching them through the station. Error-free updates @

The head of the corpse eater swayed with the figures of the three men, as if in a salute.

The gaze was like that of a visitor in a museum of curiosities, looking intently at the deformed child soaked in a formalin flask.

Of course, if no one sews their eyelids together in advance.

Despite the approaching days of paying the price for "not believing in God," Homer could not force himself to believe in the existence of God, let alone the existence of the devil.

If there was a purgatory, then in Homer's view, there would be no more than that.

Sisyphus was destined to fight gravity for the rest of his life, and Dandarus was condemned to be tormented by irrepressible desires.

Homer may have died at this station, where he was awaited by the scalding train driver's uniform, and the hideous, devilish train full of gargoyles whose vengeful God looked at him with mockery.

As soon as the train departs from the platform, it merges into a Möbius circle and becomes a giant dragon, connected from end to end.

This is also one of the oldest legends inside the subway.

Nasimov Avenue station and the residents of this station were not interested in Hunt.

The four of them quickly traversed the rest of the platform hall—Sasha and Homer barely caught up with Hunter, who had suddenly become like a wild horse.

It was as if something had been driving Homer to turn around and scream and shoot, to drive away the vile and shameless villain, to dispel the heavy thoughts.

But he didn't do it, just walked in small steps, keeping his head down and concentrating all his energy, for fear of stepping on some rotting corpse.

Su Mengfan also lowered his head and immersed himself in his thoughts.

They desperately tried to escape from Nacimo Street, and no one had any more thoughts of observing the station.

The light cast by Hunt's flashlight flew from one side to the other, as if chasing some invisible juggling under the dome of this terrible acrobatic theater, but Homer had no time to care about what the spot was holding on.

A picture flashed in the faint light, and then disappeared without a trace in the darkness.

No one noticed that there seemed to be a skeleton on the floor that had not yet been completely cleaned of flesh - it was a human head, and the steel soldier's helmet and inedible armor were randomly placed next to it.

The faded steel helmet was faintly visible in red and white printed on the missing plate - "Sevasdopol".

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From there, the four escaped and ran all the way to a railroad track.

A railcar was found abandoned, and it looked like it had been left behind by the men who had died in the mouth of the ghoul.

Here, there is no restraint of order and no moral benevolence.

The four of them immediately ran to the rail car and headed towards the goal - Paverets station.

Luckily, no ghouls appeared along the way.

For Sasha, the smoking railcar becomes a time machine in the fairy tales that her father occasionally tells her.

The car did not take her from Kolomna to the depot station, but took her back in time, even though her present was the stone house where she had lived in recent years, the only place in time and space that she had a memory.

She was familiar with the way in this direction: her father, blindfolded with a black cloth and his mouth covered with strips of cloth, sat next to her, when she was a little girl.

She was always crying, and a soldier crossed his fingers and pointed out to her the various beasts, their wilky black shadows projected on small yellow fields, scurrying with the railcars on the ceiling of the tunnel.

After Sasha crossed the bridge with his father, his father was sentenced: the revolutionary law forgave him, and the death penalty turned into exile, permanent exile.

They were thrust onto the rails, someone threw them a knife, a machine gun with a magazine, and an old gas mask, and they put Sasha down.

The soldier who had shown Sasha the horses and dogs waved at the little girl. @*~~

Is he still among these soldiers?

After she put on someone else's black gas mask, the feeling that she was breathing another kind of air became stronger and stronger, and the mask was torn off a corpse by Su Mengfan.

The dangers posed by radiation cannot be denied.

Every time she walked, it was at the cost of someone else's life.

Maybe those who died would die even if they didn't meet her and Su Mengfan, but she was one of them, which meant that she was an accomplice.

There was another reason why his father didn't want to go home - he was tired of fighting.

He said that the slander and deprivation of rights he had endured were much less than those of others, so he would rather endure all the pain himself than harm others.

Sasha knew that in her father's mind there was a scale, one side filled with his old life, a life full of sin. :@

This side had been tilted heavily, and his father was now just trying to do everything in his power to bring the scales back to balance.

The bald head can act in advance, it can just scare the people on the railcar and disarm them without firing a single shot, Sasha is convinced of this.

None of the dead is his enemy, and he should die.

Why did he do it?

Why be so brutal to those people?

Is it just to vent his selfish desires?