He was crouching behind a garbage can that had long lost its original color.
In front of him was a large group of gray buildings, standing on the gray horizon.
At his feet was a large area of withered yellow weeds.
It was quite a chilling scene in autumn, but the fact was, It's summer now.
The sky was gray, as if it was morning or evening.
He looked at the automatic mechanical watch on his wrist.
It was 12 o'clock at noon.
He felt a little hungry.
He fumbled for a compressed biscuit from his coat pocket and carefully opened the wrapping paper.
He opened the mask, stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth, then carefully rewrapped it and put it back in his pocket.
This was his daily ration.
He chewed the slightly musty compressed biscuits with satisfaction, and glanced at the nuclear radiation meter worn on his arm naturally out of habit.
The reading was normal.
He was as relaxed as a person who is losing weight when he sees that his weight is under control.
He took a breath and considered whether to enter this unfamiliar area to dig wasteland.
At this time, several black spots came into view.
His scalp tightened, and he lowered his body behind the trash can and focused his eyes to look over.
In fact, he knew without looking that they could not be diggers like him, because diggers rarely traveled together, and the only ones who dared to be so naked and in groups were Those black dots were aimlessly and swaggering on the deserted road.
He knew that there was something wrong with this sentence, but "hesitation" was the best word he could find to describe the characteristics of their walking.
Moreover, they could not Human beings, to be precise, they were human beings.
He raised the telescope and pulled them close at once, close enough to see their faces clearly.
Their faces had a common distinguishing feature, that is, their faces were covered with countless large blisters, all of which were watery blisters, like eggs.
The blisters were hanging on the ground, very scary and disgusting.
One of them seemed to feel something, and shot two sharp eyes from the blisters in his direction.
He suddenly looked like a hunter's prey.
He was so frightened that he retracted his head, curled up into a ball, held his breath, and remained motionless.
The prediction of a famous scientist of the 20th century suddenly came to his mind.
The scientist said: "I I don’t know what weapons humanity will use in the Third World War, but I know that the Fourth World War will definitely use stones and sticks.”
He knew that the scientist was wrong, very wrong, because the weapons of mankind's Fourth World War were not stones and sticks, but teeth and tongues.
He thought of those bloody teeth and tongues, and even though he had seen such scenes countless times, even though his eyeballs were numb, his heart still shuddered.
They eat people, using their teeth and tongues, to eat them alive like wild beasts.
But they are not wild beasts, nor are they zombies in science fiction movies.
They are just humans who have encountered nuclear radiation or nuclear pollution.
They still have human consciousness and Thinking, but they cannibalize normal humans, which is similar to what happened when wars or drastic changes occurred in human society: one class liquidated another class, and one race annihilated another race.
He didn't know if World War III had occurred in mankind, but he knew that what his city was experiencing was definitely on the level of World War III.
The city he lives in is located on the coast of the Yellow Sea.
It is a beautiful thousand-year-old city, but its beauty only remains in his childhood memories and his father's descriptions.
All he could see now was a ruins full of damage and soulless bodies wandering among them.
And all this damn happened after the damn nuclear explosion ten years ago.
Perhaps the deeper source can be traced back to the nuclear power plant built in the 1980s.
Romance He clearly remembered that day.
When he was in second grade, he was chasing and playing with a few of his best classmates on the school playground.
After an earth-shaking loud noise, a huge mushroom cloud rose up in the northeast corner of the earth, half of it.
The sky was dark.
Then the school was in chaos.
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Parents drove from all directions at crazy speeds.
They found their children amidst the shrill sirens, car horns and children's cries, and then fled with them at crazy speeds.
He still remembers the crowds of traffic on the roads and the frightened looks on people's faces.
His father was probably the only one who remained calm, at least in front of him.
He still doesn't know what happened that day.
The only certainty is that there was a nuclear explosion.
Some people say that a major accident occurred at the nuclear power plant.
Some people also said that the nuclear power plant was attacked by terrorists.
Others say that World War III broke out.
The father and son avoided traffic jams and drove through remote field roads.
Like most people, their first choice was to flee the city out of fear of a nuclear disaster.
All public transportation has been interrupted, and buses, trains, planes and ships have all been suspended.
All contact with the outside world has also been cut off, including mobile phones, the Internet, and various media, except radio.
My father listened to the radio all the way, and he woke up and fell asleep on the bumpy car.
He had no idea what was going on outside.
He only remembered that when he woke up on the third day, he found that they were walking back, and so were some of the vehicles in front and behind.
There was no scrambling to escape like at the beginning.
Everyone seemed to have regained their composure, or in other words, a desperate composure.
He remembers his father telling him with a stern expression: "Son, the world is different from before, but dad will always be by your side."
He nodded confusedly.
At that time, he was only eight years old.
He didn't remember his mother's appearance, only that his parents divorced very early.
Later, his father once brought back a beautiful woman and asked him to call her baby mom.
Baby mom was very kind to both father and son.
For a while, he regarded her as his own mother.
But for some unknown reason, my father and my baby mom were not together in the end.
After my baby mom left, my father was lost for a long time.
He once saw his father secretly crying in front of the photo of baby mom on the computer in the middle of the night.
His father was a delicate and emotional person. man.
On the way back, there was a strange rain, a black rain that he had never seen before.
Black raindrops fell from the sky and poured down.
There were also a lot of fleeing people on the road.
They were running around like ants that had exploded a nest, looking for shelter from the rain.
Some asked motorists for help, but almost no one stopped.
The people who were soaked all over became He was so manic that he picked up stones from the roadside and threw them at the moving cars, trying to stop them.
He remembered that a soaked pedestrian threw himself against the car window at the risk of being knocked down.
His eyes embedded in the black head and black face were filled with despair, and his father also showed a terrifying expression for the first time.
His father didn't stop the car either, except for refueling, and he just returned home.
From then on, he never returned to the school that brought him countless joys, and never saw those familiar and lovely classmates again.
This is the case in every household.
People who have returned from fleeing cannot leave their homes, and the streets are deserted.
The whole city seems to have become a dead city.
The sky has become gray since then, and the blue sky and white clouds in his memory have never left.
In return, the plants on the ground can only rely on the weak photosynthesis through the thick clouds to barely grow.
External transportation and communication were still interrupted.
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His father stayed by the radio almost every day.
A message was repeatedly broadcast on the radio, which made him recite it by heart.
The message content was: 1.
Don't believe rumors and rely on information released by the government. 2.
Do not enter the explosion zone. 3.
People should not go out easily, close doors and windows, block ventilation holes, and stop all non-essential outdoor activities. 4.
When you have to go out, wear a gas mask and protective clothing to reduce exposed parts. 5.
When returning from outside, wash your body with water and soap. 6.
Pay attention to protecting your skin and never let it get damaged. 7.
Store food and water indoors in time before contamination. 8.
Take iodine tablets when necessary.
When the food at home was finished, the father had to go out, He lay on the window and looked outside.
Gradually there were people on the street and there was some life.
For a while, the army appeared, giving people a glimmer of hope.
The soldiers went door-to-door with military supplies, including food, medicine, and gas masks.
But the army soon left, leaving only a rescue team and an aid station. .
Then the broadcasts stopped, and the last official message broadcast was asking survivors to stay in their homes, which was relatively the safest place.
Some people tried to leave, but failed.
Some came back, and some died outside.
The road was too dangerous because there was no road at all.
The people who stayed were no longer complete people.
He remembered that a sage once said that people have several major needs in life, from low to high, the lowest is physiological needs, and the highest is the realization of self-worth.
The survivors are actually no different from those polluters who eat people.
They only live to solve the problem of food and clothing.
Will human beings feel pain and misfortune because of this?
When everyone around them suffers the same misfortune, they will not feel the pain.
It is human nature to be submissive, and the psychological balance makes a person, no matter how proud, be like a dog.
He lives like a dog because the others around him live like dogs.
The word fairness has become the last spiritual pillar for human beings to survive in a desperate environment.
Princes, generals, and ministers would rather have the seed that at least in the face of death, everyone is equal.
He learned all this knowledge from e-books.
His father would not only go out to dig wastelands for food, but also study with him at home.
When he was ten years old, his father began to take him to dig wasteland with him.
It was the happiest time in his memory.
His father taught him more practical knowledge and survival rules.
He remembered that he sprained his foot once and was crawling on the ground like a dog in pain, but his father just stood aside and watched and did not come to help him.
He was so angry that he started crying, but his father said coldly: "Son, I can’t stay with you all the time, you have to learn to get up on your own.”
He got up angrily by himself and walked twisting and turning.
Suddenly he noticed that his father had turned his face away, and two lines of tears welled up from his eyes above the mask.
At this moment, he deeply felt his father's distress and dissatisfaction towards him.
Abandon.
Food is getting less and less, and the things found during excavations cannot be exchanged for more food on the black market.
The relief supplies in the relief stations are so pitiful that it is difficult to maintain even the lowest survival line.
Finally one day, his father said to him: "Son, dad may have to go out to work for a while.
The pay will be very good, enough to feed you for several years."
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Yes, there are still opportunities for survivors to work.
The only job opportunity is to go to the explosion area to clean up nuclear debris.
The rescue station is responsible for recruiting staff.
But the survivors will never sign up for this job until they are at the end of their rope.
Everyone knows the dangers of this job.
They almost never come back.
Those who do come back occasionally suffer from various strange diseases.
Dying soon.
He was fifteen years old at the time and was much more sensible.
He understood the seriousness of the matter and held his father's hand and cried: "Dad, don't go.
You said you would always stay with me."
After all, his father went.
After spending the New Year with him that year, he left without looking back.
The reward he left was to regularly receive a box of food from the relief station.
The first time he ate the food his father had given his life for, he cried loudly.
This was his last cry.
He knew that from now on, he would be alone.
The time limit for receiving his father's remuneration was three years, which allowed him to live without worries until he was eighteen years old.
After he spent the third New Year alone, he knew that he would have to survive on his own from now on.
During the days of digging wasteland, he thought of his father less and less, but one thought kept lingering in his mind, that is, his father was still alive, living somewhere in the explosion zone, and he would definitely go there if he had the chance.
Find him
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