"Run, run!"

"They're catching up!"

Between the low hills, a man dressed only in thin and shabby clothes dragged a female scavenger, panicked and made a chaotic footprint on the white snow.

Like headless flies, the two of them stumbled downward along the snow that had spread over their calves at the foot of the mountain.

In the cold winter, rushing in this lonely wasteland is a dead end, but the two of them have no choice, and if they don't go, they will only die faster.

The snow was thick and everywhere, like a thick blanket, and the men pulled the female scavengers and used their bodies to force a trail.

After continuing to exercise vigorously, he felt that the heat in his body gradually decreased with the passage of time, and even if he still had enough jerky in his pocket to support them for three days, he was afraid that if he continued like this, he would still fall into the hands of the bastards behind.

Thinking of this, he looked at the delicate female scavenger next to him, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness, and what happened not long ago was still echoing in his mind.

"You want us to go?"

"You can't do that, we'll die if we leave the camp now!"

"Either die now, or take three days' worth of food and find a way to live!"

In his memory, the male leader with a Chinese character face wearing a gray and black striped costume shook his head, and there was no trace of concession in his tone.

He finally knew that what the ruler of the hill camp had said was true, unequivocally true, without a trace of water.

If they don't, the special forces soldiers gathered around them, wearing gray camouflage helmets and armed with guns, may change from guards protecting them from the camp to armed forces that ruthlessly drive them away.

How ruthless they were to the beasts that hunted them back then, and how ruthless they are now to the rescued scavengers.

He had seen with his own eyes how these special soldiers, who were about two meters tall and thin, but powerful as cattle and well-acted, annihilated a scavenger camp of hundreds of people in just a few minutes.

Wearing a gray camouflage helmet, wearing an almost identical striped outfit, and holding a powerful weapon that has never been seen before, all expressions are obscured by the mechanical mask that covers his face.

They call themselves special warriors, and they call themselves the world's last guardians of civilization in this wasteland.

The man agreed, and if it weren't for this unknown reason, how could they keep rescuing scavengers in the wilderness.

Although they had now driven themselves away, the man found that he did not have much resentment in his heart.

It's just that......

The cold snow covered all the areas below his calves, and before he knew it, his feet were frozen, and he turned his head to look at the woman who had turned blue from the cold, revealing a hint of soft chagrin.

Why did this world become like this, and why did he survive, if he was bitten to death by an attacking beast last time, then he would not drag another person down today.

He didn't know why this woman, who was obviously different from him and could stay safe and protected in the camp, insisted on risking her life at any time and was driven out of the camp with him.

They were the same people, but now the group of companions who followed them closely, and who had been in the same camp not long ago, were now the wolves of fortune who chased them and wanted to eat them alive.

He couldn't imagine what would happen when he was chased by those men, it must be something more terrifying than death.

The man struggled to pull the female scavenger, who was already cold in his hands and feet, trying his best to escape as fast as he could.

But the next moment, an eerie voice sounded from above.

"You two idiots, where do you want to run?"

……

The snow road was littered with shards of gravel, and the blood stains on it were clearly visible on the snow.

The scavengers who had escaped from the camp to fight alone, and in the face of their companions who had gathered together and turned into robbers, they were left to flee in all directions in a panic, and in the midst of one roar and scream, it was not long before more than a dozen bloody corpses were left on the ground.

The bodies of the dead were collected, and the victors fumbled around their bodies to find the remaining strips of meat.

"Made, old thing, it's already eaten up!" A man with a bloodied face fell into the air on a corpse, swearing.

Scar watched coldly as his men had secretly gathered, stripped off the dead one by one from top to bottom, searched them clean, and dragged them up like slaughtered animals and threw them into the pile of corpses that had been piled up.

Corpses were more valuable than the jerky of beasts they had collected, after all, the damn bastards at Hill Camp had only given each of them three rations, and even if they had killed quite a few people, that would have run out of stuff in no time.

When the food ran out, the corpses were their reserve food, and before long, it was the only thing they could eat.

"Hurry up and hand over your stuff honestly!"

A betrayer, missing an ear, with a spiked stick in his hand, occasionally twitched at the ragged figure that they had spared and survived, despite the fact that the men were dying.

The frightened faces made him instinctively happy.

The anger and fear that was driven out made him want nothing more than to vent wantonly through primitive violence.

"One ear, you idiot, don't kill people, or we'll have to find a way to transport them to where we live."

Scar viciously walked to one ear's side, grinned, a palm-sized purple scar on his face twitched slightly, and he looked at the man lying on the snow, undisguised disgust in his eyes.

Anyway, they are all going to die, so it is better to die after being squeezed out of the last trace of price by him.

Aren't the hypocrites who drove them out with the intention of making them kill each other?

In this world, only the strong can survive!

"Well, listen to you!" One ear shrugged, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and said mockingly to the seven or eight survivors who were trembling and kneeling on the ground, "You trash, show it to Lao Tzu, if anyone doesn't hand over things honestly, he will end up the same." ”

The goose feathers and snow were flying all over the sky, but they couldn't hide the frightened eyes. But they don't scream, and they don't get angry. The biting cold weather had made their facial nerves unconscious, and the desperate way out had left them with no hope of life.

Looking cruelly at the numb faces, one ear looked down at the man who was trembling and curled up in the snow, and with a cruel laugh, he raised his foot and stepped on the helpless face.

"Ahhh A scalp-tinging howl came from the feet of one ear, and the man's trembling fingers clasped the ground and clawed the frozen lump of snow.

"Don't, don't, please, please let him go!" Helpless cries cut through the silence, and a woman with a disheveled head fell to the snow, her shoulders trembling constantly, her eyes wide and bloodshot, clutching the foot of one ear, desperately trying to save the man who was trampled underfoot.

"No, no!" The man was dull, his lips quirming weakly.

One ear looked down coldly at the woman, looking at the pleading and despair in her eyes with disgust.

"You idiot, fuck off." Cold words came out.

One ear lifted the foot that had stepped on the man's face and kicked her hard in the chest, kicking the woman flying.

Struggling to get up from the snow, the woman coughed with bloodshot from the corners of her mouth.

However, even so, she showed a satisfied expression at the moment, just because of the kick in her, the man in one ear and foot finally had a chance to breathe.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, and she quickly crawled towards the man.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's me who is useless, it's me who dragged you down, you shouldn't come out with me!"

The scarred man held the woman's hand weakly, and there was boundless remorse in his eyes.

He relied on her, wanting to stay like the woman who told him his name was Qiu Rong, but now he was the sinner who led her to hell.

For some reason, watching these two people die without knowing the fear, one ear felt the mockery.

He looked at the woman as if he remembered something, and there was a light of hatred and hatred in his eyes.

......