Updated: 2012-10-10

In the desolate wilderness, a figure moved rapidly. It was so fast that it kicked up a cloud of dust and smoke across the earth.

The figure in the Mercedes suddenly stopped, it was a black girl, and she was carrying a girl of twelve or thirteen years old. The young girl had long, pale silver hair, and a chubby mutant beast was clung to her shoulders.

"What's wrong, Atesha?" asked Moni.

Atessa looked in the direction of Windmill Town, she seemed to sense something. But the feeling was vague and unclear. It's just that that feeling makes Atesha feel a little bit of fear.

"It's nothing, let's rest and then hurry. Atesha hid that feeling, something she couldn't figure out herself, so there was no need to say it to worry the other person.

After a brief meal, Moni gestured with her fingers on the sand. She drew a zigzag line and made a circle at the end of the line. Moni lit it, "Follow the road and we'll get to a base called the City of Shadows." This is the largest settlement within a radius of 1,000 kilometers, so let's go there and wait for zero. ”

Atessa looked at her with some surprise and said, "How do you know this?"

Moni smiled embarrassedly and said, "There's a map in the hotel lobby, I paid attention to it before." But at that time, I didn't think about going to the shadow capital in the current situation, I just thought that it would be easier to inquire about my mother's large population......"

Mother?

This is a strange word to Atessa. Atesha's parents were the best warriors in the village, but when she gave birth to Atesa, her mother died in childbirth. When the final decision between adults and children comes, Atesha's mother resolutely gives up her life and leaves the opportunity to her daughter.

Children are the future!

This is Atesha's father when she was ten years old, relaying Atesha's mother's dying words to her. In fact, Atesha's name was inherited from her mother, the only thing her mother left her.

Also when Atesha was ten years old, she lost her father. During a hunt, her father encountered a terrible mutant beast, and in order to cover the departure of the other villagers, Atesha's father stayed, but left her forever.

For her, the impression of her mother was vague, at least not as clear as that of her father. Atesha imagined her mother's face more than once, but found nothing. Therefore, Moni, who at least remembers what her mother looks like, is happy in Atesha's eyes. As long as Moni's mother doesn't die, then they will at least have a chance to reunite.

Unlike Atesha, she doesn't even know what her mother looks like.

"As long as you don't give up, you'll definitely be zaijian!" Atesha patted Moni's head and said.

Moni nodded heavily and said, "Atesha, how did you say Zero is doing now?" ”

"It should be fine, even the big crack can't kill him, how can he die in such a duel. But when Atesha said this, she suddenly realized that the source of her previous fear was actually from zero.

When she found out about this detail, the uneasiness in her heart became even more intense.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Parkland's convoy finally departed. Before leaving, Parkland's soldiers cremated the exhumed bodies en masse, and a flame rose from the ruins of the factory. It's just that this flame is not so blazing, but the flame released by the high-efficiency fuel quickly incinerates and decomposes the human ** tissue. So bursts of meat aroma were blown in all directions, but the people who smelled this fragrance had a very bad face, and some people even vomited directly.

The burning process lasted two hours, and when evening came, the flames gradually went out.

The ruins of the factory have been cordoned off by the security forces, which will continue to clean up for several days, but until then, it will be a priority for the security forces to relocate nearby citizens affected by the explosions.

There is no mayor in Windmill Town, and in addition to the vigilantes who maintain order, only four or five elderly residents form a committee to decide the affairs of the town. During an emergency meeting in the evening, the homeless residents were decided to stay in the committee's office building until their houses were rebuilt.

The town was not wealthy, and most of the town's residents would work in batches at a nearby mine in exchange for a small income. A small number of people make a living by growing crops such as potatoes, but today the land is not only barren but also irradiant. Although the crops planted do not mutate, because of the low yield and the relationship with radiation, the sales are not good, so the life of the farmer is not better than that of the miners, and the life is more than three days without food.

The only one in town who makes money is the owner of the watermill bar, and although the bar's own low-quality beer is unpalatable, the men are still willing to drink a cold bad wine from the bar for a few pennies after a hard day's work. With the principle of small profits and quick turnover, the boss, Mr. Hult, has made some money over the years. For this reason, when the committee asked him for financial assistance to help the poor residents to repair their houses, Mr. Hult graciously agreed.

A successful businessman must understand the truth that the wool comes from the sheep. The money donated today will get more back from them tomorrow.

When I got home from the committee's office building, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Today was indeed a thrilling day, and Mr. Hult had forgotten how long it had been since it had been so exciting. At this moment, he was a little tired, so he planned to take a shower and go to bed, but he heard the sound of his wife's cursing coming from the rooftop.

"What's the matter, dear?" asked Hult.

The wife came down from the rooftop and scolded as she walked: "It's all because of the explosion at noon, which blew away all your clothes hanging on the rooftop." ”

"Forget it, forget it, it's already good that we're all alive, and if we lose our clothes, we lose them. Mr. Hult did not mind, and after a few words of comfort to his wife, he went to the bathroom.

Holt's wife said to herself: "But it's really strange, the same sheet fixed with clips was not blown away, but only a few clothes were blown away, what is the reason?"

Apparently she couldn't figure out the point, and there was a bunch of chores waiting for her to do, so she didn't have the energy to think about it.

In the wilderness under the dark night, a figure looms or appears on the road. The figure moves extremely fast, leaving a series of afterimages in between movements, and it keeps heading north along the road.

Occasionally, when stopped, the person who appeared was clearly wearing an ill-fitting outfit. Whether it's the striped shirt or the gray-blue jeans, it's too big, like you're wearing someone else's clothes.

If Mr. Hult's wife had seen it, she would have understood that her husband's clothes had not been blown away by the wind, but had been stolen. At this moment, the thief on the highway seemed to have decided a certain direction, and he came down from the road, passing a dry sandy field, and behind several elevated towers that had ceased to work, the outline of a city loomed into the night.