Margiela is fifteen years old this year and will have his birthday next month, but he doesn't think he will live to reach adulthood.
"The gangs on Rusty Street are also finished. Next, it may be our turn again. Do we have to escape again? But outside this area, it is more dangerous and there are fighting everywhere."
Ordinary people during war are like hares in a burning forest.
When there is fire on all sides, you may die if you run away, or you may die if you don't run.
However, Majila has no choice.
There is not much food rations, or the expired cans that we managed to get before.
The collapse of the entire country is not just as simple as the collapse of the administrative system. There is no systematic agricultural production and industrial production. In addition, there are wars everywhere. Everyone's food rations can only rely on the reserves of the old era. After so many years of fighting,
After the war, no one has any food left.
"I have to go. The old Ruan next door looks at my sister very wrongly."
Don't get me wrong, it's good to be alive these days. In addition, in order to avoid disasters, the hungry and skinny sister is only skin and bones, so what's the beauty? The neighbors are interested in these two ounces of meat.
Majira knew that the atmosphere around him was getting more and more wrong. He had seen the strong plunder or hunt the weak more than once.
He still had the pistol he picked up. Although there were only a few bullets left, it was probably not the weakest. And he also had an incapacitated mother and younger sister.
Three are irresistible, very cost-effective, and there are not many women left.
".if they"
Every night, boys and men guard the door carefully, fearing that hunger and fear will let evil spirits pour into their homes.
During the day, he deliberately walked around with a gun. But everyone knew that if a few adults came along, he would be finished.
"here we go again"
When night falls and torches appear in the streets and alleys, that long and uncomfortable night comes again.
After Majila blocked the door again, he held his pistol tightly under the worried eyes of his family.
He didn't dare to sleep, and he kept searching for food during the day. Finally, he became drowsy.
"Ahhhhh!"
The sudden scream woke up Majila. He looked up suddenly, fearful of seeing the death of his relatives, but he didn't expect it.
"It's next door, it's the old Ruan family next door!"
His sister Mara quickly grabbed her brother, fearing that she would disturb the thugs and let them find her if they were dissatisfied.
Majila raised her head cautiously and looked out the window, seeing the neighbor's house with many dark shadows in the window.
The bloodshot eyes that always peeked into his home were still staring at the severed head here, staring at this side, as if questioning why no one came to save it.
"Tomorrow morning, leave tomorrow morning!"
Once again, Majila said to herself and her sister.
But he also knew that this was probably meaningless. Even if he left, where could he escape to?
What is slightly more orderly now are the neighborhoods occupied by the so-called "gangs". They bully the small ones and bully the small ones. But if you join them, you can survive. Moreover, the places they occupy are somewhat orderly and will not be like the "wild" ones here.
Zones" defend each other during the day like jungle animals at night.
And if you leave the city, those monsters, sea beasts, and aliens will become even more ferocious in killing people.
Even the so-called gang bosses live one day at a time.
They will either die tomorrow due to mutual vendettas and fights, or they will be spotted by a larger warlord, who will directly bring a few trucks of fully armed soldiers and drag them all over to be used as cannon fodder.
In a sense, in the eyes of some warlords, these people living in the "outer ring" are no longer human beings, but just animals that are left to fend for themselves.
Whenever you need it, just come here and grab some. It won't be a pity if you die, just go to other places to grab more.
When the most powerful person in a system has no need or intention to take responsibility for the grassroots, the system itself has no lower limit.
This is what was once a fertile land, and is now the real nightmare of the Haas Islands.
Nowadays, this small island nation and several surrounding regions that were once countries have been physically integrated. Perhaps a dominant warlord can emerge from it, but there may not be many survivors in the outer ring.
"Otherwise, I'll join the army too."
Majira was a little desperate and numb. He knew what those so-called "soldiers" were. He had seen them murdering refugees for fun, and he had avoided them and fled the "city center" before.
Now, maybe in this era, you can only survive by becoming a villain.
"I'll try it tomorrow. I've played with guns before. I have a gun myself. I'm still very young. I should be able to accept it."
Looking at her sister who was holding her head and shaking with fear on her face, Majira made up her mind.
Even if you turn into a devil, you still have to let your loved ones live.
At least, let them eat meat for a few days
"boom!"
And the sudden sound broke the peace of the night.
The violently shaking wooden door revealed the fate that seemed destined for this family.
"Crack!"
Once again, this seemingly simple crowbar knocked on the door, but it also knocked on the lifeline of this family.
"Don't come here, I have a gun!!"
Majila shouted loudly to stop, and the outside suddenly fell silent.
It seems that the threat was effective.
"Ahhhhh!"
A sudden scream attracted Majila's attention. He turned around suddenly and found that the reinforced window had been torn open.
When he was attracted by the knock on the door outside, a man had climbed in unknowingly.
He stepped on his mother and grabbed his sister.
"Put down the gun and give it to me, and I will let your family live."
Facing the trembling muzzle of the gun pointed at him, the thin, sickly man said so.
But Majila didn't do as he did. He knew the man in front of him. When had the "poisonous dog" ever kept his promise? He came here with his own gun in mind!
Majila's trembling hands suddenly stabilized. He knew that this moment was the moment of life and death for the family.
The words of wild beasts are meaningless. Everything they say that looks like words is just a disguise for hunting.
But looking at Majila, who had a firm look in his eyes and seemed to have made up his mind, "Poison Dog" suddenly panicked.
"You, don't touch your sister"
"Boom!"
And just when Majora was about to make up his mind to pull the trigger and risk a blow.
The door behind him, which was already crumbling, was suddenly knocked open.
This time, Majira was not as lucky as in the past. He was knocked to the ground and the gun fell out of his hand.
"You bastard, how dare you scare me!"
Facing the approaching evil spirits, Majora was completely in despair.
"At least, the family will be reunited when I leave."
Majila still wanted to struggle, but she was surrounded by a group of people. These villains pointed at her sister happily.
".,.Don't touch her! I will never let you go in hell!"
But his final roar was only met with ridicule.
"Purgatory? Hell? Isn't that what it is here?"
The person speaking was the person behind him, and the somewhat familiar voice was full of numbness and despair.
Majila turned back suddenly, her face full of disbelief.
Uncle Liao, who sells fish on the street corner, was once an ordinary person who saved himself when disaster struck. Now, he is also one of the villains.
"The world is already a hell. Only evil spirits can survive. Don't blame us."
Looking at the raised fire ax, Majira was in a trance. The last thing he looked at was his crying sister and the red light behind him.
"Red light."
"Bang bang bang!"
Sudden machine gun fire and a storm of rubber bullets drove back all the thugs.
The next moment, a red light appeared. It was a beautiful brand-new drone, and the red cross painting on it was particularly eye-catching.
"This is a life-preservation regiment under the command of the God of Redemption, Dongkuni Shoshin, conducting humanitarian rescue. The warning shooting has ended. If you do not follow the advice and leave the owner's room, the next round will be live ammunition shooting."
"You are foreign"
"Bang!"
The gunfire exploded again, blocking all discussion, and the sparks that bloomed this time were not rubber bullets.
I don't know who took the lead first, and the thugs ran away in a hurry.
And watching the red cross-painted drone rise again, heading towards the next "accident point", Majora, who had survived the disaster, collapsed to the ground and murmured subconsciously.
"Eastern Kingdom, God of Redemption, lives are preserved. Can we still be saved?"