On the desolate wilderness, a figure moved quickly. Its speed was so fast that it raised a cloud of dust on the ground.
The figure in the Mercedes stopped suddenly. It was a black girl, and she was carrying a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl on her back. The young girl has long silver-colored hair, and there is a chubby mutant beast tightly pulling her shoulders.
"What's the matter, Atesa?" Moni asked.
Atesa looked in the direction of Windmill Town, as if she had sensed something just now. But that feeling is very vague, not clear. However, that feeling made Atesa feel a little scared.
"It's nothing, let's go on our way after a rest." Atesa hid that feeling, and there was no need to say something that she couldn't figure out, just to make another person worry.
After eating something briefly, Mo Ni gestured on the sand with her fingers. She drew a zigzag line and drew a circle at the end of the line. Mo Ni clicked on it and said: "Go straight along the road, and we will go to a base called Shadow City. This is the largest settlement within a radius of 1,000 kilometers, let's go there and wait for zero."
Atesa looked at her in surprise and said, "How do you know this?"
Mo Ni smiled embarrassedly and said: "There is a map in the hotel lobby, I noticed it before. But at that time, I didn't think about going to the Shadow City under the current situation. At that time, I just thought there was a large population. It should be easier to hear from my mother..."
Mother
This is an unfamiliar word to Atesa. Atesa's parents were the most outstanding warriors in the village, but her mother died of dystocia when giving birth to Atesa. At the time of the final decision between the adult and the child, Atesa's mother resolutely gave up her life and left the chance to pay back to her daughter.
Children are the future!
This is when Atesa's father relayed Atesa's mother's dying words to her when she was ten years old. In fact, Atesa inherited her name from her mother, the only thing her mother left her.
Also at the age of ten, Atesa lost her father. During a hunt, her father encountered an extremely powerful mutant beast. In order to cover the departure of other villagers, Atesa's father stayed behind, but left her forever.
For her, the impression of her mother is vague, at least not as clear as that of her father. Atesa imagined her mother's appearance more than once, but got nothing. Therefore, Moni, who at least remembers her mother, is happy in Atesa's view. As long as Mo Ni's mother is not dead, at least they have a chance to meet again.
Unlike Atesa, she didn't even know what her mother looked like.
"As long as you don't give up, you will definitely see each other again!" Atesa patted Moni's head and said.
Mo Ni nodded heavily, and said, "Ataisha, what do you think about Zero now?"
"It should be fine, even the big crack can't kill him, how can he die in such a duel." But when Atesa said these words, she suddenly realized that the source of the fear before was actually from at zero.
When she discovered this detail, the uneasiness in her heart became more intense.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the Parkland convoy finally set off. Before leaving, Parkland soldiers cremated the exhumed bodies en masse, and another flame rose from the ruins of the factory. It's just that this flame is not that intense, but the flames released by high-efficiency fuel quickly burn and decompose human flesh tissues. As a result, the smell of meat was blown in all directions, but the faces of those who smelled the smell were quite bad, and some even vomited directly.
The burning process lasted for a full two hours, and the flames were gradually extinguished when evening approached.
The ruins of the factory have been cordoned off by the security team, and the cleaning work will last for several days, but before that, resettlement of nearby citizens who were involved in the explosion has become the security team's top priority.
There is no so-called mayor in Windmill Town, except for the security team to maintain order, there are only four or five elderly residents who form a committee to decide the town's affairs. During an emergency meeting in the evening, it was decided that the homeless residents would be relocated to the committee's office building until their homes could be rebuilt.
This small town is not rich, and most of the residents in the town will work in batches in a nearby mine in exchange for meager income. A small number of people make a living by growing crops such as potatoes, but today the land is not only barren but also radioactive. Although the crops planted will not mutate, the sales are not good because of the low yield and radiation. Therefore, the life of farmers is not better than that of miners, and they often live without three meals a day.
The only person making money in the town is the owner of the Waterwheel Bar. Although the poor quality beer brewed by the bar is unpalatable, the men are still willing to spend a few cents to drink cold bad wine from the bar after a hard day's work. Based on the principle of small profits but quick turnover, the boss, Mr. Holt, has made some money over the years. For this reason, when the committee asked him for financial assistance to help the poor residents repair their houses, Mr. Holt graciously agreed.
A successful businessman must understand the truth that wool comes from sheep. The money donated today will get more back from them tomorrow.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when I returned home from the committee's office building. Today is indeed a thrilling day. Mr. Holt has forgotten how long it has been such an exciting day. At this moment, he was a little tired, so he planned to take a shower and go to bed, but he heard his wife cursing from the rooftop.
"What's the matter, honey?" Holt asked.
The wife came down from the roof and scolded as she walked, "It's all because of the explosion at noon, which blew away all your clothes hanging on the roof."
"Forget it, forget it, we are all still alive, and we are lucky. If you lose your clothes, you will lose them." Mr. Holt didn't mind, and after a few words of comfort to his wife, he walked towards the bathroom.
But Huot's wife said to herself: "But it's really strange. The sheets that were fixed with clips were not blown away, but only a few clothes were blown away. What's the reason?"
Obviously she couldn't figure out the key point, and a bunch of housework was still waiting for her to do, so she didn't have the extra energy to think about this mind-consuming thing.
In the wilderness under the night, a figure looms or appears on the road. The figure moved extremely fast, leaving a series of afterimages during the movement, and it kept heading north along the road.
Occasionally, when it stopped, people appeared wearing clothes that obviously didn't fit. Both the striped shirt and the gray-blue jeans looked too baggy, like someone else's.
If Mr. Holt's wife had seen it, she would have understood that her husband's clothes had not been blown by the wind, but had been stolen. At this moment, the thief on the road seemed to have decided on a certain direction. He got off the road and passed a dry sandy field. Behind several elevated electric towers that had stopped working, the outline of a city appeared faintly in the night.