Why move forward
Sometimes the technician himself couldn't figure it out. He knew very well that he had no way out and death was inevitable, but he still couldn't stop, as if he was afraid of death.
In other words... before you die, do more things, more meaningful things.
Indeed, at the end of his life, he remembered the teachings of his father, the always drunk guy who often said these things to him.
People cannot be idle, even if their lives are coming to an end, they cannot be idle to do more things...
That's roughly what it meant. It's been so long that the technician can't remember it clearly, and he didn't care much about this sentence because the father who said this was just doing nothing every day, which was contrary to what he said.
But inexplicably, this sentence now keeps lingering in my ears like a curse.
He was a little confused. He could already see the figures of demons behind him. They attacked along the fragile corridor in the air, pressing their sharp claws on the metal, making low hums. Below them was a surging sea of fire, and the molten iron was surging like flowing lava.
"Don't look back, keep moving forward."
The voice of his colleague rang out, and he was dragged to the ground by the technician, facing the demon. He raised the muzzle of the gun tremblingly and pulled the trigger.
Sporadic gunshots rang out, marking the final resistance.
"To be honest, I was planning to keep this thing for myself."
His colleague smiled bitterly as he used up the last of his ammunition. Unfortunately, his marksmanship was so poor that he was unable to stop the demons at all.
"Leave it to you?"
The technician continued forward, dragging him hard.
"Yeah, that's right. I'd rather kill myself than be eaten by a demon."
The colleague sighed. A large amount of blood flowed out from his neck, which had turned scarlet and it was difficult to tell the location of the wound.
But this matter is not important, he tries to relax as much as possible.
"Well, I'm really sorry. Looks like you'll have to die in a different way."
The technicians pried the door open with force. Due to the explosion of the ammunition depot, a large amount of metal fragments were scattered everywhere, nailed densely on the walls, and there were scarlet bloodstains. The impact of the explosion also overturned many buildings. At this moment, the door was twisted, but fortunately there was a gap so they could continue to move forward.
The two climbed into the control room with great effort. The journey finally came to an end. They both breathed a sigh of relief, as if the weight that was pressing on their hearts had been relieved a lot.
"This place has been attacked by demons."
The technician looked around and saw broken corpses everywhere. He looked up and saw a big hole in the high wall. The demon must have broken in through that hole and killed all the technicians stationed in the control room.
"Here, this thing should still be useful."
The technician picked up a gun from the pool of blood and handed it to his colleague, then he moved his body forcefully so that he could face the twisted door directly, so that if any demon tried to enter, he could fire back.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll shoot myself?"
My colleagues smiled miserably. Faced with horrible despair, people can do anything.