He observed the location of the nuclear polluters.
"They" were lingering around the flower beds in the community.
He felt relieved, climbed out of the balcony on the seventh floor, and climbed down carefully along the sewer pipes, paying special attention not to get hurt.
If his hand bleeds, he doesn't dare risk being eaten by nuclear contaminants and rushes out.
He may have to stay in this community for a day or two to let the wound heal before he dares to leave.
Romance Descending to the ground, he avoided "their" sight and slowly exited through an exit.
After finally leaving the community, he breathed a long sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to take it lightly.
He ducked and trotted towards the hiding place where he started.
When he got behind the trash can, he rummaged through the dead grass on the side of the road.
He remembered throwing the bicycle here and covered it with some weeds.
He looked around again to make sure he remembered the location correctly.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Nuclear polluters were not interested in these machines.
It seemed that he was not the only digger nearby.
His bicycle was stolen.
He checked his watch and saw that it was less than an hour before dark.
He had to rush back to his home within this time, otherwise, he might become a feast for the giant rat.
He made a quick decision and ran in the direction he had come from in the morning.
He ran as fast as he could, because if he didn't run, his life might be lost.
Although his career as a land digger had tempered his physique, his strengths were agility and explosive power, while endurance had always been a weakness, especially during long-distance running with heavy loads like this.
After only ten minutes of running, he felt it was too much and stopped for a moment. , bent down, opened his mouth under the mask, and gasped.
Knowing that this would not work, he took off his backpack and threw away the bottles of water that weighed the most.
Although it was a pity, he still knew the choice.
Putting his backpack back on, he looked at the bottles of water at his feet and felt pity.
He picked up one bottle and drank a few sips before he regained his mental balance.
He cursed the car thief in his heart: "You dare to steal my car, and I will let you go out as soon as possible."
Just encounter a nuclear corpse."
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly a long figure appeared in front of him like a gust of wind, approaching him quickly.
It turned out to be a cyclist.
He took a closer look, hey, isn't that his bicycle?
This thief immediately opened his arms.
He blocked the road with his arms and shouted: "Stop!"
When the thief saw someone blocking the road, he had no intention of slowing down.
He continued to pedal as hard as he could, shouting: "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
When he heard the thief's high-pitched and thin voice, he was startled.
It was a woman, and he saw that she was already in front of him, charging towards him.
She was trying to kill him.
He was so frightened that he hurried to the side.
He jumped, watched her go away, and yelled: "You thief, you damn female thief" He only cursed a few words before he felt something was wrong.
When he looked back, a dozen hesitant black shadows appeared like flying.
Oh my god, no wonder the female thief escaped so fast.
He was really right.
She Being chased by a group of nuclear polluters.
He was so frightened that he ran like crazy in the direction of the female thief.
This time he was really risking his life.
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As he ran, he looked back and saw "them" chasing him closer and closer.
The fastest one was twenty or thirty years behind him.
Even now, you can see "his" red eyes clearly.
Something was wrong.
Normally, these nuclear polluters would never be able to outrun him.
He usually kept "them" farther and farther away.
Even if he had just run for a while and consumed a lot of energy, he would not be in such a disadvantage.
He was so confident about his I am still very confident in my explosive power.
Romance The problem does not lie with him.
The only explanation is that these nuclear polluters were stimulated.
The stimulation of blood must be that the female thief was injured.
When he thought of this, he suddenly felt something bad in his heart.
He didn't expect that he had always sailed the boat carefully, but today he was harmed by a female thief and made a mistake that would cause him eternal regret.
When he thought about it, the breath he was holding in his heart suddenly relaxed.
His feet stopped and his speed slowed down.
When he turned around, the fastest guy was already ten meters away.
After that, he put his hand on the dagger at his waist in despair, not to fight to the death, but to give himself a happy ending.
Being bitten by a nuclear polluter is not scary.
There is no zombie-like infection, and you will not become one of "them".
What is scary is being eaten.
Because "they" only eat the flesh and blood of normal people, not the internal organs.
He has seen people who have been eaten, with only bones left in the body, and the bones contain complete internal organs.
The beating heart proves that the person is still alive.
I don’t know what it feels like.
Compared with the ancient torture of being cut to pieces with a thousand cuts, it is probably even worse.
With a long "Zi" sound, the bicycle suddenly stopped in front of her.
The female thief flashed a bright look above her red mask and couldn't help but say: "Get on the bus quickly."
He didn't have time to think too much, he sat on the back seat, hugged her waist tightly and shouted: "Ride quickly" When the bicycle started flying, throwing away the nuclear polluters farther and farther away, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did he feel that the waist he was holding in his hands was thin and soft.
He couldn't tell that the female thief was so slender that she could actually carry two people on the bicycle.
The bicycle was riding so fast, and then he smelled a woman's scent with a faint smell of sweat in his nose, which smelled very good.
"You brat, you can put your hands down."
The female thief's tone was commanding.
It was no longer sharp as when she was running for her life.
It was soft and crisp, with a particularly pleasant magnetism.
Hearing her voice, she was not very young, and he muttered unconvincingly: Smelly girl, you dare to call me stinky boy, don't you smell good?
However, he still put his hands down obediently, and said angrily: "This is my bicycle " The female thief said "Ah", obviously she didn't expect to hit the real owner, and explained a little embarrassedly: "I just came back from mining, passed by here, and found this car.
I thought no one wanted it, so I'm sorry.
Thank you."
He knew why she was thanking him.
If it hadn't been for his bicycle, she might not have been able to escape those nuclear polluters.
However, hearing that she was a miner made me admire her a bit.
Miners and diggers are the only two options for survivors to support themselves.
Diggers are a safer choice, while miners are more dangerous.
This city is close to mountains and sea and is rich in resources.
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In particular, there is a kind of ore scattered in the shallow layer of the earth's surface.
Its value is similar to that of rare earths.
However, because it is scattered and scattered, it does not have the conditions for centralized mining, so it has never formed a large-scale industry.
Before the nuclear explosion, farmers often dug out ore on their own land and sold it to the mining companies they acquired, which became a sideline business.
After the nuclear explosion, the ore buried underground and in the mountains was minimally affected, but a large amount of land was deserted, and the mountain forests that were originally strictly prohibited from private mining were also unmanaged.
In order to survive, many former farmers and urban survivors embarked on the mining industry.
Roads are sold to the black market in exchange for survival supplies.
The danger of miners is that the risks they face are much greater than that of diggers.
The scope of their activities is different.
Miners must go to inaccessible wilderness, and the more daring ones will go up mountains.
Natural selection.
After the nuclear explosion, the population dropped sharply.
Most of the survivors huddled in cities, and their range of activities was greatly reduced.
The surviving wild animals migrated to abandoned human lands, such as hares, and began to breed in large numbers due to radiation pollution. , they cannot become a food source for the survivors, but they have attracted some large carnivores that were originally extinct, and the source of these large carnivores may come from unmanaged zoos after the nuclear explosion.
The risk that miners face is those large carnivores, and once they encounter a mutated large carnivore, the chance of coming back alive is almost zero.
He was relieved by her good physical strength: "You stole my car and saved my life.
We are even.
You can return the car to me now."
"I will return the car to you when I get home."
She looked at her watch, her tone showing anxiety.
It was obvious that miners did not dare to go out at night.
"It's too late."
He calculated that before dark, they could travel half the way at most.
He looked at the nearby community, had an idea in his mind, and pointed forward, "It seems that we can only I can handle it there all night.”
Although giant rats are the overlords at night, they basically only move on the ground and do not like to climb high, so buildings above the second floor are quite safe.
Several nuclear polluters who were wandering around the community have disappeared and disappeared into unknown places.
The habitat of nuclear polluters is a mystery.
No one knows where "they" live at night.
They only know that "they" come out during the day.
When "they" can't eat humans, they also eat animals.
He once saw a hare whose skin and flesh had been eaten away, leaving only the skeleton wrapped in the internal organs.
It looked like "their" work.
He took her back to the house where he had just excavated wasteland, and still climbed up the pipe.
Her wall-climbing skills were far inferior to his.
He reached the balcony first and found that she had fallen a lot and seemed unable to climb.
He had no choice but to turn around to help, pulling her one by one.
He didn't feel anything at first, but then he felt that her hands were slender and soft and felt comfortable to touch, so he was reluctant to let go.
At the same time, he also noticed that she had a manly hair.
It's as short as a child's, and although it looks dusty, it feels very refreshing.
She seemed to feel what he was feeling, and stared at him with clear eyes from above the mask.
Suddenly, with a sudden force, her little hand clamped on him like a vise.
The pain was so painful that he almost fell off the wall, and then she spoke softly. : "Pay attention, don't fall" He grimaced, shook his hands, ignored the tigress anymore, and climbed up to the balcony on the third floor.
It's not his fault, he has no evil thoughts about her, he is just curious.
It's not that he has never seen women before.
Many sisters who do business in the black market like him very much.
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Whenever he comes to the black market, he will always be greeted warmly by them.
He knew what kind of business they were in.
This kind of business seemed to have existed since the birth of mankind, and it seemed that it would continue to exist until the day when mankind died.
He doesn't hate them, he knows that they are forced to survive, and their bodies are the only capital they have.
In fact, after the nuclear explosion, this city still had a population of nearly one million, but in the past ten years, those who died from hunger, disease, and nuclear pollution were all dead.
Hundreds of thousands of people have their own way of survival.
No one can blame anyone for selling anything in order to survive, as long as that thing is his own, or he got it with his own hands.
But he had never been so close to a girl so young and without any pretentiousness.
Of course there are girls among the survivors, but they never show up.
Everyone knows that it is very dangerous for a woman to be alone, unless she is a woman doing business.
Moreover, no one is willing to bring women out, because the smell of women has a natural attraction to nuclear polluters.
Although it is not as exciting as the smell of blood, it can easily expose the target.
No one wants to bring a time bomb with them.
Staying away from women is another secret way of survival for survivors.
Unless it is for some kind of need or in a safe space, anyway, as long as a man leaves his home, as long as he is not his relatives or lovers, there will be almost no one.
Willingness to approach women.
But he had to be so close to a woman, and even had to sleep in the same room.
He could leave her behind, or at least stay away from her, and find another safe home for the night after she settled in.
However, he couldn't leave her because she might be injured.
Protecting the weak seems to be his innate instinct, although he himself is not strong, and sometimes he even needs the protection of others.
He sat down, far away from her, and he was still worried about the pinch she had just made.
She ignored him.
After entering the room, she leaned on the sofa and panted.
Her plump breasts rose and fell.
It was obvious that the escape just now had consumed a lot of energy.
The two of them kept their distance like hedgehogs and did not take off their masks.
Although they were worried about the radiation dust in the air, there was also a more important one: "Don't approach strangers."
This is also a way of survival.
This city is close to a jungle society where the strong eat the strong and the fittest survive.
In order to survive, you don’t know what a stranger you meet by chance will do to you.
Even if he does something, in a disorderly and anarchic world Under the circumstances, there is no one to control.
The only thing that can restrain the survivors now is their human instinct.
It can be said that the good and evil in people's hearts can be determined by just one thought.
He took out the stainless steel insulated kettle that came in his bag, filled the lid that could be used as a water cup, and took a bag of compressed biscuits he found while digging in the wasteland, and placed it in the open space between the two of them.
He was not trying to please her or help her.
This was a courtesy for two stranger survivors to show their goodwill when they met.
They gave them water and food.
In return, the other party would also take out their own valuable items and put them away.
In the same position, this kind of etiquette is more like a kind of bartering in primitive society.
Yes, all it takes is a nuclear explosion to knock humanity back to primitive society
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