In the distance, the campfire, which was tightly surrounded by guards, flickered faintly, and the light of the searchlight groped its way through the ceiling, and Sasha didn't want to go there.

After escaping Kolomna's old days, Sasha will meet other people, and she will be happy.

But now she only needed someone — Alcoen — with whom she could share her joy, her wonder, her sorrow, her hope.

It's not too late, it's after the death of his father, another man worth relying on and entrusting for life.

And this time, I must take advantage of the opportunity and not let the pain happen in front of me again.

But now he is too weak, and he seems so weak and powerless without his father and Alcohen.

Therefore, she belongs to only one person herself, and no one else will think about it anymore.

Sasha walked in the opposite direction, hiding in the tunnel on the right a dilapidated train with all the glass shattered and the doors wide open.

She stepped inside, jumping over the breaks between the carriages and taking a closer look at the first, second, and third carriages.

In the fourth quarter she found a couch that had miraculously been preserved, and she sat on it, along with her feet.

The sofa made me feel like the first hug that Alkorn had brought to him at that time, who had rescued himself from the fat man before. @

It's so reassuring, it's so warm.

Far from what a cold floor can bring to itself.

She looked around and imagined how the train would move, taking her off the road, to a whole new station—bright, buzzing with people.

But her faith and her imagination weren't enough to get the multi-thousand-ton train moving, and her bike was much simpler to operate.

Suddenly, the sound of battle on Paverets Station passed through car after carriage, waking Sasha.

Not again?

She lowered her legs and ran quickly back—toward the only place where her worth remained.

The mangled bodies of the guards, along with extinguished searchlights, were scattered around the glass pavilions, in the extinguished bonfires, and in the center of the hall.

The soldiers no longer resisted, but turned and fled, and in the transfer tunnel they asked for shelter, only to be shot and killed in the middle of the way.

An unnatural body with a hunched body and a harbinger of misfortune stood in front of a corpse.

Homer was too far away to discern what it was, but he could clearly see the monster's white, smooth skin, and its thick neck twitching from time to time. It paced impatiently, and many of its joints bent violently.

Humanity will surely lose at war with them.

Their huge bodies are far from being comparable to those of humans.

Even the appearance of firearms could not turn the tide of the war.

Where's Hunt?

Homer poked his head out a second time, and immediately froze: ten paces away from him, behind the pillar, two meters high, there was a grimace that seemed to tease him, or play a child's game with him.

The lower lip of the face was bright red, the heavy head was twisting for a moment, the mouth was making a terrible chewing sound, and the sharpened forehead was empty.

The face lacked eyes, but it didn't stop the monster from moving quickly and attacking.

Homer jumped out of the way and pressed the trigger, but the machine gun made no sound.

The troll let out a long roar and sprang into the center of the hall.

The old man fumbled back and forth for the stuck bolt, and it was already clear in his heart that it was too late......

But suddenly, the troll seemed to lose interest in him and went to the edge of the platform.

Homer immediately turned around and followed his target with a completely blind gaze, his heart stopping for a moment.

The girl looked around in fright, but stood there motionless.

"Run!" Homer screamed, hoarse.

The white troll leaped forward, several meters at once, and came to the girl.

The girl quickly pulled out a knife, and she didn't want to let weakness be a reason for her to escape from reality.

Even in the face of that hungry monster, can you let it be slaughtered? Can't you resist?

The girl rushed out first, and the troll waved its front paws in response, and the girl fell to the ground, bleeding from her scarred hand and flying several meters away.

The old man was already standing on the railcar, but he had given up on the idea of running away alone.

He gasped, set up his machine gun, and saw a pale white silhouette in the reticle.

He saw the troll approaching the girl, as if standing in front of a fly.

The troll had torn several guards to shreds in what Homer had seen as dangerous in just a few minutes, and now it had suddenly lost interest in shredding the humans and began running up to two not-so-strong humans, playing with them before eating them. @

The monster approached the girl and stretched out its claws to give her a blow, but was attacked by the girl!

The troll dodged suddenly, scratched its back with its claws, and turned away with a roar, ready to eat the man who had offended it.

Suddenly, there was a not-so-powerful footstep on the platform, and Hunter, with a machine gun in one hand and a whip in the other, walked over to the beast.

It can be seen that every step of his way is accompanied by great difficulties and pain.

And Su Mengfan, who was on the side, saw the scene in front of him and changed his previous calm and breezy expression.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the Reaper rifle in his backpack.

There was another fierce shot at the troll, but the troll's vitality was exceptionally tenacious, and it shook slightly, regaining its balance and leaping forward.

When the bullets ran out, Su Mengfan miraculously dodged it, and picked up the troll's half-ton body and threw it onto the blade of his short sword.

The troll collapsed on top of him, crushing him underneath him, while Su Mengfan heard the sound of bones breaking.

The second troll gave him no hope of survival, and flew over, froze for a moment beside the convulsive bodies of his own kind.

Clumsily scratching at its white skin, as if trying to wake it up, he slowly lifted his eyeless head towards Homer......

Homer didn't miss a chance, and he tore its body apart with a large-caliber gun, smashing the troll's skull.

The troll fell, and the marble tiles behind it were reduced to splinters and dust.

It took a while for Homer's heart to beat again, and his clenched fingers to let go.

He closed his eyes and took off his mask, the cold air entering him, mixed with the rusty smell of fresh blood.

All the heroes were killed, and he was the only one left in the firefight.

His hasn't started yet, it's over.