Smoke, fire.
Song Shiyue pressed her head with one hand and clutched the skirt of her chest with the other, and woke up from the bed in a daze. Before she could see more clearly, her eyes were blinded by the thick smoke. All coughed up.
But even with such a strong cough, it still couldn't hide the itching in her throat.
Cough cough cough... Damn Central City!
Coaxing and snatching away so many small and medium-sized bases around the female high-level power users, it is really the end of the world, everyone's brains have been eaten by zombies, will they sacrifice everything for their so-called human reproduction plan
Song Shiyue tried hard to suppress his cough and propped himself up. The flames on the ground not far away and the billowing smoke made the drowsy Song Shiyue twitch the corners of his mouth as if mocking himself.
Those with supernatural powers, fighting and growing up in the last days, how could they easily submit. The central city is really self-sufficient this time, half of the city was burned... It's just that there are many people like her who are so pitiful. They just entered the central city for supplies at an inappropriate time, but they were unable to leave the city due to martial law, and they were involved in this again. The innocent passers-by who were killed in this fight will also be buried with the largest human base in the last days.
Half of the city's fire, a whole city's smoke, all kinds of supernatural powers, almost indiscriminate attacks, and outside battles are no longer something that a pure power type like Song Shiyue can resist. After finally finding this warehouse where he can hide temporarily, it seems that he is about to be overwhelmed.
and many more…
storehouse
Wasn't that half-full warehouse blown to pieces...
myself, myself...
Song Shiyue's first sharp pain interrupted her memory, but she just hung on the quilt, her hands tightened by the pain, which made her feel more wrong.
Where did such a soft bed and quilt come from
Where did... such clean clothes come from
In the last seven years, what about the ubiquitous... corpse smell
Song Shiyue subconsciously took a deep breath, but she didn't smell the smell of the corpse, but was choked by the thicker smoke.
This time, I really coughed up my lungs.
Song Shiyue didn't want to scold the central city when she just woke up this time. She fixed her eyes on the piles of fires on the ground.
It's like... a few fires enclosed in a fixed range.
Song Shiyue was about to get out of bed to take a closer look, but found that her legs and feet could not move freely.
Shouldn't he be paralyzed
Song Shiyue lifted off the quilt in shock, only to see a pair of straight, white long legs tied tightly by circles of cloth strips. People who are deluded by five things and three things don't immediately find out what's wrong.
what the hell.
These were not the legs that I had been unable to see for a long time since new scars were piled on top of old scars in the apocalypse.
where is this
who I am
Song Shiyue was so shocked that she inadvertently choked on another mouthful of smoke, and almost lost her breath.
How this body is is no longer the most important thing at the moment.
Song Shiyue was eager to see those fires on the ground not far away, and even more wanted to leave this strange place as soon as possible. She didn't even have the mood to pick up the memory suppressed by pain in her mind, let alone the fettered legs and feet. Dozens of cloth knots.
In just three or two strokes, the cloth strips were torn apart and scattered among the beds.
I don't know how long these legs have been bound, and they are so numb that they can hardly be moved.
Song Shiyue resisted the numbness in her legs, stood up with one hand on the desk-like table at the head of the bed, and moved a few steps with difficulty with the strength of her hands. Because both hands had to be exerted, unable to cover the mouth and nose, and even more dizzy from the smoke.
After finally moving a few steps, Song Shiyue supported the other end of the long table to see the piles of fire clearly.
Yes, several piles.
Fire, Brazier, Carbon…
No wonder, the fire is big and the smoke is thick, but it burns so neatly, so it is a charcoal fire.
The tightly bound legs, the burning charcoal basin, and several more... It's really hard not to think of an unfriendly possibility.
The amount of oxygen she could absorb was getting less and less, and Song Shiyue became dizzy more and more. Although she could still support herself with her hands, her sore and numb legs were so uncomfortable that she had to slide along the table and sit on the table. on the ground.
Sitting like this, the body is lowered, and the smoke is a little thinner. I saw that not far from the charcoal basin, there seemed to be a pile of messy sundries. Looking at the size and outline, there are everything from cabinets to boxes, like a wall of sundries, behind which the sundries are firmly hidden, it seems to be the... door of this room
If another person encounters this situation, he will have to move for a long time. In the current environment, even if those charcoal pots are extinguished, it is estimated that people will have to dump the pile of things before they are moved.
Song Shiyue remembered that when she got out of bed just now, there seemed to be a lot of things piled up on the other wall near the bed, and she couldn't see clearly through the smoke, but according to the logic of this room, there was probably a Window.
what happened…
Was it suicide... or...
Song Shiyue leaned against the table, very dizzy, just pressed the pain between her eyebrows that were about to burst from the smoke for a long time, just as a question arose in her heart, the answer appeared in her mind.
The slender, white and soft hands trembled slightly, and the strips of cloth became knots that bound the legs in those hands...
The same hands are struggling to push the wardrobe, the cabinet, the box, the box...
Not only these images, but also a large number of unfamiliar images, Qi Qi flooded into Song Shiyue's mind, causing her already very painful head to suffer a hundredfold attack.
Don't want to know so much now, okay? Song Shiyue had a splitting headache and couldn't help trembling slightly, finally suppressing the strange images piercing her head temporarily.
The choking smoke, the thin air, the stuffy stuff, and the uninvited mental attack, Song Shiyue was about to lose his little calmness.
Suicide, right
I regret that I have done a lot of back-up work in the process of preventing suicide, right
Pretty smart.
It's a pity that it was me who met!
Power-type ability users, although they can't compare with those who grow rapidly in the later stage and have cool means, they are not vegetarians!
Song Shiyue didn't know how much charcoal gas his body had inhaled, but judging from his beginning to be confused, his uncontrollable temper, and his legs and feet still so weak that it was difficult to stand alone, it was better to act quickly.
Standing up again with the long table behind her, Song Shiyue neither walked to the blocked door nor to the blocked window, but went back to the bed and sat down, and then tried to condense a little. With a slack consciousness, he lifted the metal desk about two meters long, directly facing the wall against which the desk was leaning, and smashed it hard.
a bit. My heart feels like a heavy weight, and my breathing becomes short.
Twice. My mind went blank, but my eyes began to darken.
three times...
Most of the wall at the head of the bed finally fell down with the final blow of the desk.
A lot of fresh air rushed in, and Song Shiyue, who was already unconscious, instinctively wanted to take a deep breath and slow down. But she was horrified to find that no matter how hard she tried to breathe, her chest was always tight and tight, and her breath came and went like a free thread.
Victory was at hand, and there was a great expanse of fresh air, and even a breeze, to blow the smoke from the house.
But she couldn't breathe!
The more unwilling and anxious Song Shiyue was, the more powerless he was.
The weakness at this time has nothing to do with whether he has a power-type mutation ability, it seems to be only related to this body that has reached the end of its strength in the smoke.
As early as the second blow, Song Shiyue had no energy left and no vitality. At this time, she had already half leaned on the bed, holding the clothes on her chest tightly with one hand, while still maintaining the support of the bed with the other hand. posture.
Time also, life also.
Even Song Shiyue's consciousness, which she considered to be fairly tough, was scattered at this time, her eyes were dizzy, and she was only a step away from falling into the darkness.
After darkness, will there be light
Song Shiyue didn't know...
This question has been seven years since the end of the world, and no one has enough confidence to give an affirmative and positive answer.
A strange world where there is no smell of corpses, clean and tidy rooms, soft bedding, soft clothes, and white legs without traces is like a dream.
A dream where only you are struggling alone, without zombies, mutated animals and plants, but still struggling between life and death.
Really, dreams are so hard, so lonely...
Song Shiyue smiled bitterly, just about to give up this painful, almost breathless insistence, and let herself pass out, but suddenly, her eyes widened.
At the beginning, the doors and windows in the house were all blocked, leaving only charcoal, which was enchanting red in the dark. Later, the table crashed into most of the wall, revealing the daylight of the room next to it. There seemed to be windows for ventilation, but it was a place of vitality that Song Shiyue, who couldn't even breathe, could not reach.
At this time, beside the pile of waste walls that separate life and death, there is a fairy, coming from the place of birth, looking towards the place of death.
I saw that woman's skin was as thick as fat, her willow eyebrows were like smoke, her eyes were as clear as water, and she did not lose her warmth in the coldness. The white clothes are like snow, the bun is half-pinned, and the half-fallen hair hangs in front of the body, gently swaying in the wind, coupled with the smog in the room, it is impressively more fairy-like.
You have to hate the end of the world so much to dream of this normal world.
You have to get used to the end of the world so much that you can survive in your dreams with power and supernatural powers.
It must be... so lonely that I dreamed at the end...
Song Shiyue took two deep breaths with difficulty and force, but it still had no effect. Even if it was a fairy-like astonishment, it only gave her a short-lived flashback.
Consciousness was lost again, and vision began to blur again.
It seems that the fairy, holding the corner of her skirt, turned over from the pile of ruined walls.
Hmm... What's that stepping on the brick pile
Off-white bunny slippers
Ha... kinda cute.
Song Shiyue leaned crookedly on the head of the bed, and finally closed her eyes,
Yu Nianbing bent over and climbed over the pile of broken bricks with great effort.
Obviously, when I went to look inside, I was fine, but when I looked at each other, I fell down.
The person was dizzy, what happened to the faint smile left at the corner of his mouth
Yu Nianbing, who had been smoked for a while, couldn't help coughing a few times, but without delay, reached out to check Song Shiyue's breath, then roughly looked around the room where the smoke hadn't cleared, and clicked on the StarNet port on the wrist.
"Search for me, first aid treatment for suicide by burning charcoal. Then call Dr. Zhou from Ciming Hospital." Yu Nianbing's voice was a little nervous and worried, not as calm as she seemed.
Soon, a series of electronic and mechanical sounds sounded in the room.
A pair of white and slender hands touched Song Shiyue's belt.