Withered, gray, and strikingly consistent as far as the eye can see.

The whole city was burning, the buildings were crumbling, and countless people as dense as ants were fleeing, screaming, and desperate. There were many weeping and sobbing faces in the flames, all twisted and deranged.

Something was whispering in the distance, and listening carefully was an endless stream of air raid sirens, and large numbers of armed men in black uniforms rushed into the streets, pulling the trigger on unarmed civilians.

The city was littered with corpses. Most of the corpses were men in their prime who died on both sides of the road, many with weapons, but the horrified look on their faces did not disappear until they died. Others died in combat positions, including the elderly, women and children.

Faint screams can still be heard in the city, stretching endlessly. I don't know where it came from.

A group of air formations hovered over the city, dropping tons of concentrated gasoline bombs, and the city turned into a big furnace, countless streets, high-rise buildings, and CBD were burning, and the thick black smoke went straight into the sky, covering the entire sky tightly, as if the end times were coming.

Fierce fighting and screaming, bullets whizzing through the rubble, and two men fled from the encirclement in disarray.

Not daring to pause, the two of them ran towards the edge of the city like crazy, and the leader had an enviable white hair that hung down to the knees, and even on the blazing battlefield, the white hair was still warm and snowy, supple and spotless.

The man in the back is much more ordinary, with sparse and resolute unkempt short hair, a beard like steel needles, a floral shirt with a few holes on the upper body, and a pair of white-washed jeans stained with engine oil stains on the lower body, and the vicissitudes of life on his face cover up the anxiety underneath, this appearance profoundly interprets the image of a down-and-out middle-aged uncle. At this moment, he was running after the white-haired man without raising his head.

Suddenly, his pace slowed down by half a beat.

"Dorze, why are you stopping? Come on! The white-haired man hurriedly urged, but found that the down-and-out uncle showed no signs of moving, so he turned his head in annoyance and followed the other party's gaze.

It was a collapsed mansion, and on the surface, before it was destroyed, it was a quiet and peaceful nursery, with slides and seesaws, and the outside of the house was painted with warm colors such as yellow and pink, and on it the sunny adults led smiling young children in the suburbs, everything looked harmonious and warm.

His gaze shrank slightly.

In a dark corner, the only one that had remained intact under the collapse, a little girl with a dirty bear toy hid in the shadows, looking timidly and curiously at them.

Shockingly, the girl's body was festering from top to bottom, and half of her long silky and straight hair was now left, and the other half was dysentery, and her scalp was densely covered with white surging cocoons, the size of a grain of rice, constantly swaying silently. The cheeks had fallen off, and the face was full of dark subcutaneous tissue, which looked extremely terrible. One eye was hollow, the other was covered with gray eyelids, and the thick cuticle seemed to be smeared with a vague film on her "mind".

The wings of his nose moved, and a faint rancid smell wafted from there, and there was something under the shadows. The white-haired man's pupils shrank, and his vision crossed the distance of space, seeing the scene behind the girl vividly.

In the small space, the corpses of children lying on the ground were mostly mutilated, with knives and forks scattered on the ground, and blood stains and minced flesh formed a symphony that raised the terrible music to a new level.

"Let's go, it's hopeless, I've eaten too many things that shouldn't be eaten, the metamorphosis tissue is eroding her body, she can't survive today, and the genetic collapse is just around the corner." The white-haired man stood still, spoke slowly, and then shook his head, feeling sorry for this scene.

It seems that this glamorous nursery may not be as glamorous as it seems, and the darkness and heinous crimes hidden inside illustrate the most hidden and evil part of human nature, and this part, along with the demons of purgatory, sigh to themselves.

The decadent man crouched down and beckoned to the girl in the distance, the girl hesitated, and the other party's hand clenched into a fist suddenly stretched, and inside was a beautifully packaged candy.

The girl jumped up, she didn't resist the temptation, snatched the candy, and stuffed it into her mouth before she even had time to tear off the package, puffing out her cheeks, closing her mouth with both hands, and looking unwilling to take it out again.

"Is it delicious?" Tazawa asked with a smile.

The girl was stunned for a moment, nodding desperately.

"Do you still want to eat?" Dozer asked.

The girl continued to nod desperately.

"Is it okay to go with my brother, my brother will take you to eat delicious candy." A sunny smile on Tazawa's face.

"Dorze, you're crazy, you can't save her, you're just going to put yourself in it, damn it, when will your watery head not be funny." The white-haired man yelled frantically.

"Alright, Griffin." Tazawa clapped his hands and stopped the other party's gushing abuse, "As long as I'm still the captain of the squad, it's not your turn to point fingers." ”

"You!" The white-haired man glared at him, and the eyes of the two seemed to be able to collide with sparks, and after a few seconds, the white-haired man stepped back and shrugged, "Whatever you want, damn madman." ”

"I don't want to play with you, you can do whatever you want, I want to go back alive, it doesn't matter how many burdens you like, it's better to die here, phew." The white-haired man spat viciously, and left without looking back, and in a few moves, the person had disappeared behind the ghost of the vast street, gradually dissipating.

A bomb fell, and before the man could say something to be careful, the fire and dust of the explosion shrouded everything.

The whole picture is like a shattered glass cracking, time is frozen in that second, the picture is frozen in that frame, the man is like a agile cheetah, horizontal between the explosion point and the girl.

Time slowed down, so slow that the process of the Ragdoll Bear in his hand falling was unusually slow.

Skaya looked up.

The world fell silent all at once, and the noise faded away, and the whole world was once again filled with green ripples, filled with all kinds of bizarre fragments.

The head, unusually painful, as if it was about to explode.

Distorted faces rippled in the blue world, densely packed, more and more, as if they were about to drown themselves entirely.

"Ahh

Skaya sat up all over, breathing heavily, covered in cold sweat. Outside, there was the soft sound of a railroad wagon passing by, and even the house began to shake slightly, and the dust accumulated on the ceiling whizzed down.

Outside the window, the sun was shining, and a ray of light leaking through the cracks in the sky hit the outer wall of the house, spilling in through the mottled holes.

On the wooden table, Griffin sat on a chair made of a low tree stump, concentrating on what he was writing on the yellow manuscript paper, his gaze behind the square-rimmed glasses was solemn and delicate, he tilted his head, looked at Skaya with a lonely face, and asked lightly, "I have a nightmare again." ”

"Hmm." Skaya responded lightly, with an inexplicable sadness in her mind, this time, the "brother" who always had a sunny face, his face was blurred, and he didn't seem to know when it started, and the figure in his mind became a little lighter. The only thing that lingered was the forever ripped floral shirt and a pair of washed and crumpled jeans.

She suddenly hated the irresponsible brother who threw everything away and threw everything to the juniors, and the dead people were certainly sorry, but they were undoubtedly lucky, because they deeply engraved their figures in the minds of the juniors, and urged them to fight hard, to struggle, to do something this or that, meaningful or meaningless.

But—

Everyone actually doesn't want to do these things, the lofty ideals are just noble, and she wants to lie in her brother's arms and be coquettish unscrupulously, like a child.

Now the child is grown, but she doesn't want to be on her own.

If you can come back.

Skaya thought so, and suddenly remembered the big boy with a mournful expression on his face, and that mournful look seemed to be mourning the whole world.

Invisibly, the side face of the decadent man who was always sunny and the boy who always had an indifferent expression gradually overlapped. She suddenly found that she sometimes seemed to be a little confused about who was the other.

——【Migratory Birds】

When the boy uttered the word, her heart trembled. It was as if the boy's eyes pierced the disguise she had worked so hard to decorate, like a sword of hair, striking hard at the point.

Yes, migratory birds, migratory birds that are separated from the flock, are like lonely geese that have left the flock of geese.

Alone in the sky, trying to pretend that he still knew his destination. Occasionally, I saw other geese flying by, its neck held high, and its face was lonely. It can't lean over with a shy face, because the past is useless, no matter how low your posture is, the other party will not hesitate to laugh at you, attack you, peck off your feathers, and tear your wings.

You're rebellious, you're arrogant, you're inconsistent.

Since you can't fit in, behave rebelliously, anyway, no one will sympathize with you because you are humble, and no one will approach and accommodate you because you are humble.

After her brother left, she became a lonely goose. Even if you desperately want to fit into the world, it's useless. In the eyes of Fingley and Wally, you have always been an outlier.

Approaching you, it is precisely because you are still useful, and you have the afterglow of becoming cannon fodder. If they don't, they won't hesitate to throw it away.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that he is quite close to that boy, because in his eyes, he can feel that he is all scum who is rejected by the whole world.

She got up and pushed open the window, and the bustle was greeted by a crowd of people in the corridor below. In the sky, at the intersection of the tracks, a series of rusty and mottled rail trains are moving slowly. Further up is the dazzling artificial sun, a rugged and unsafe form of discarded nuclear fuel, which is now surging with scorching heat, as well as exponential thermonuclear radiation that is invisible to the naked eye.

This is a man-made settlement located under the city, its predecessor was an underground air-raid tunnel, and after several generations of tireless excavation and exploration, it has formed a relatively stable and prosperous urban prototype.

This is a free city, and it is also a stronghold for waste pickers to make a living, and here is an underground waste scavenging city - nest birds.