The sky has just brightened, and the faint morning light shines from the east to the streets and alleys of the safe zone, spreading the silhouettes of buildings, trees, street lamps and wires on the golden-orange stone tiles. The chaotic shadows are intertwined together, like a picture Warm painting in golden-orange tones. The breeze blowing from far away from the ground line enters the town after the massacre and flows through the complicated alleys like a nine-square grid, adding various smells to the environment it flows through. Weeds, mud and dust, bloody stench, smoke and fire.
From time to time, rattling noises came from the eaves overhead and the wires crossing the sky. Crows, all black and with feathers that shone slightly in the morning light, came out of their nests prematurely to work, their little eyes purring in their little heads. The center rotated, as if looking for a long time at the stinking pile of corpses that spread into a river of dirty blood and humans and wolves.
The endless calls of mourning birds have been lingering in every corner of the town for a long time, adding to the sadness of the loss of life in this small town that has survived the disaster.
The clean-up work was carried out in an orderly manner. The mercenary team held loudspeakers from the civilized era and used high-decibel sounds to shout out the hiding civilians from inside the building. An Yi continued to explain, and for the first time, he used food as a reward to organize civilians to deal with the corpses on the streets. Using sacks, shrouds, or simply using human arms as transportation tools, the corpses of civilians who were bitten alive by dire wolves and suffered various horrific conditions were moved to the outside of the town to dig pits and fill them together.
There is a cemetery on the west side of the town that was used today fifty years ago. A slightly tilted cross board was inserted in front of the cemetery, with the words "resting place" carved by a metal knife on it. The cemetery uses simple broken wooden stakes as boundary markers. Covering an area of more than ten acres, whenever someone dies in the town, the body will eventually be sent to the cemetery to dig a pit and fill it up. After death, if the person is more dignified, his family will usually put up a wooden board or put some clothes on him as the grave of the deceased. As for the unconnected person, most of them are casually buried by the mercenary team without leaving any trace.
The soil in the cemetery is darker than ordinary soil, as if the body of the deceased had been decomposed by mutated bacteria in the soil, and the color of the bone powder seeped into the soil and became one with it. And if there is a light rain falling on the cemetery, an extremely smelly black liquid will often emerge from the gaps in the soil of the cemetery after the rain. If a person or animal takes a sip, it will be like vomiting out all the food for three days and three nights. . No one dares to enter the cemetery at this time because people are worried about being infected with mutated corpse bacteria.
There was no rain in the town after the war, which was a blessing. The golden-orange morning light spreads across the hazy and thin clouds and spreads over the cemetery in the west of the town. Flashing golden shavings fall on one side of dozens of wooden boards, showing two sides of light and dark on one side that records the last traces of a person's life.
At this moment, hundreds of civilians were carrying corpses or shovels to dig up the soil in the cemetery where the corpses were not buried. The corpses pulled in like a long river were poured into the dug pits one after another. The soil particles in the pits were mixed with the rolling The flesh of the dead body rubbed together, making a rustling sound. Until a hole is filled, civilians start filling in the soil. Repeat this.
Three mercenaries headed by Zhou Qing were responsible for the working order of the cemetery. The morning light illuminated Zhou Qing's back golden, but his entire front was hidden in the shadow of the backlight.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and putrefaction, but Zhou Qing could no longer vomit. He just watched quietly as some civilians carrying corpses ran to the corner to retching after completing a cycle. In the place where the light could not reach, there were two dried tears on his thin face. He tried hard to direct and supervise, because if he stopped, a numb feeling of sadness would surge into his throat, as if to Choke him to death.
This emotion stems from human nature. Human beings are social animals. Faced with the death of a large number of similar people around us, grief is inevitable by nature. This sadness is like a spiritual plague, eroding all the people in the town that suffered the disaster of this dire wolf night attack.
Wu Qi was also infected, but not obviously. His eyes, like the deep black sea with turbulent waves, had never been empty or numb. There was only a little sadness hidden in his heart, a gray mark on the tip of his heart.
He and Lao Li were responsible for transporting the corpses of dire wolves. After moving 31 intact or mutilated corpses to the entrance of the camp in Area A, Wu Qi carried the luggage on one shoulder and a long knife wrapped in animal skin in his right hand. Stroll alone on the clean streets where the golden orange color becomes more and more dazzling. The sunshine warms my back little by little, and it is no longer like it is at night, where it is always touched by the cold wind.
The bag's opening was loosened, and Qi Qi's little head came out of the opening. Its little nose tried its best to inhale the clean air around it. It rubbed the skin around Wu Qi's neck with its furry little paws, and half of its body crawled out. Then he stood on Wu Qi's left shoulder.
In the previous battle, Qi Qi was quietly hidden in the bag and carried by Wu Qi from beginning to end. Because Wu Qi didn't dare to leave the little red fox alone. If it encountered a dire wolf, it would have no way to save itself. Now it’s time to take it out for some air.
While walking, Wu Qi accidentally saw Lao Kang huddled in a corner of the street, sitting at the door of an abandoned shop. He was wrapped in a shabby dark purple cotton coat. His body seemed to be very cold and he was shaking slightly.
Wu Qi walked quietly and consciously to the vicinity of Lao Kang, only to see a young man leaning quietly on Lao Kang's shoulder where he was previously blocked by Lao Kang's body. The young man was wearing a military green mercenary uniform. His face was no different than that of Lao Kang, who was full of rough wrinkles. He was young and immature, mature and angular.
However, the young man's eyes were closed and his chest did not rise and fall. Even when a huge black fly landed near his temple, he did not reach out to wave it away, as if he was already asleep from exhaustion. The golden-orange morning light illuminated his young face half brightly and half darkly. The young man's hands were placed on his arched legs, and a long shotgun was placed flat between his thighs and abdomen. gap. Huge red marks spread on the torn mercenary uniform on his chest, and they had dried for a long time.
Wu Qi has some impressions of this young man named A Bing.
He died in battle, and perhaps that's why there are no civilian corpses near this street.
Wu Qi looked away and did not disturb Lao Kang's departure. The bright morning light reflected in Qiyue's small eyes. It sat on Wu Qi's shoulder without making any sound.
The shadows of one person and one fox were stretched and slender, and disappeared at the end of the street under the golden-orange morning light.