hotmtlnovel Chapter 1768 Purgatory
Chapter 1768 Purgatory
Chapter 1768 Purgatory
Majila is fifteen years old and has a birthday next month, but he doesn't think he will live to see adulthood.
".The gangs on Rust Street are also finished. Next, it may be our turn. Should we flee again? But it is even more dangerous outside this area. There are wars everywhere."
Ordinary people during war are like hares in a burning forest.
When there is fire burning on all sides, you may die if you escape, and you may die if you don't escape.
However, Majila had even less choice.
The rations, or the expired canned food that they had managed to get before, were running out.
The collapse of the entire country was not just the collapse of the administrative system. There was no systematic agricultural and industrial production. In addition, there was war everywhere, and everyone's food rations had to rely on the reserves of the old era. But after so many years of war, no one had any surplus food.
"I have to go. The way Mr. Ruan next door looks at my sister is not right."
Don't get me wrong, it's good enough to survive these days. In addition, in order to avoid the disaster, my sister was so hungry that she was skin and bones. How could she be pretty? Neighbor, you are attracted by these two taels of meat.
Majila knew that the atmosphere around him was becoming increasingly strange. He had witnessed the strong plundering or hunting the weak more than once.
He also has a pistol he picked up. Although it only has a few bullets left, it should not be the weakest one. And he also has a mother and sister who are unable to move.
There are three of them that are irresistible and very cost-effective, and there are not many women left.
".If they"
Every night, the boys and men carefully guarded the door, fearing that hunger and fear would cause evil spirits to flock into their homes.
During the day, he deliberately walked around with a gun. But everyone knew that if a few adults came, he would be finished.
"here we go again"
When night falls and torches appear in the streets and alleys, the long and unbearable night comes again.
After Majila blocked the door again, he tightly gripped his pistol amid the worried looks of his family members.
He didn't dare to sleep, and he kept searching for food during the day. Finally, he became drowsy.
"Ahhhh!"
The sudden scream woke Majila up. He looked up suddenly, horrified to see the dead face of his loved ones, but he didn't expect...
"It's next door, it's Old Ruan's next door!"
His sister Mara quickly grabbed her brother, fearing that she would disturb the thugs and let them find her when they were dissatisfied.
Majila raised her head cautiously and looked out the window, and saw the neighbor's house with many dark shadows in the window.
The bloodshot eyes that usually always peeked at his home were still looking at the severed head here with their eyes wide open. They stared at this side intently, as if questioning why no one came to rescue it.
"Tomorrow morning, leave tomorrow morning!"
Once again, Majila said to herself and her sister.
But he also knew that this was probably meaningless. Even if he left, where could he escape to?
The only areas with a little order now are the neighborhoods occupied by the so-called "gangs". The big bully the small, and the majority bully the minority, but if you join them, you can survive. Moreover, the areas they occupy are more or less orderly, not like the "wild areas" here where people are on guard against each other during the day and like jungle animals at night.
If you leave the city, the monsters, sea beasts and aliens will become even more brutal in killing people.
Even those so-called gang leaders live one day at a time.
They will either die tomorrow in mutual hatred and fighting, or be spotted by a bigger warlord, who will send a few trucks full of fully armed soldiers and drag all of them over to be cannon fodder.
In a sense, in the eyes of some warlords, those living in the "outer ring" are no longer considered human beings, but rather livestock left to fend for themselves.
Whenever you need it, just come and take some. It’s not a pity if they die, you can just go somewhere else and catch more.
When the most powerful people in a system have no need or intention to be responsible for the grassroots, then the system itself has no bottom line.
This is the reality of the Haas Islands, once a prosperous land and now a nightmare.
Today, this small island nation and several surrounding areas that were once countries have become one in the physical sense. Perhaps a hegemonic warlord can really rise from it, but there are probably not many survivors in this outer ring.
"Or I'll join the army too."
Majila felt a little desperate and numb. He knew what those so-called "soldiers" were. He had seen them killing refugees for fun. He had avoided them and fled the "city center" before.
Now, perhaps in this era, the only way to survive is to become a villain.
"Tomorrow, I'll go try it. I've played with guns before, I own a gun, and I'm still young, so I think I'll take it."
Looking at her sister who was holding her head and trembling with fear, Majila made up her mind.
Even if I turn into a demon, I must keep my loved ones alive.
At least, let them eat meat for a few days.
"boom!"
The sudden noise broke the tranquility of the night.
The violently shaking wooden door foreshadowed the family's seemingly doomed fate.
"Snapped!"
Once again, this seemingly simple crowbar hit the door, but it also hit the lifeline of this family.
"Don't come over here, I have a gun!!"
Majila shouted loudly, and the outside suddenly fell silent.
It seems that the threat worked.
"Ahhhh!"
The sudden scream attracted Majila's attention. He turned around and found that the reinforced window had been torn open.
While my attention was drawn to the knocking on the door outside, a man had crawled in unknowingly.
He stepped on his mother and grabbed his sister.
"Put down your guns and give them to me, and I will let your family live."
Facing the trembling muzzle of the gun pointed at him, the skinny and sickly man said this.
But Majila did not do as he knew the man in front of him. When has the "poison dog" ever kept his promise? He came for his gun!
Majila's shaking hands suddenly stabilized. He knew that this moment was a matter of life and death for the family.
The words of wild beasts are meaningless, and everything that appears to be speech on their part is a disguise for hunting.
But looking at Majila, who had a firm look and seemed to have made up his mind, "Poison Dog" suddenly panicked.
"You, don't touch your sister"
"Boom!"
And when Majila was about to make up his mind to pull the trigger and take a gamble.
The door behind him, which had been crumbling for a long time, was suddenly knocked open.
This time, Majila was not as lucky as before. He was knocked to the ground and the gun fell out of his hand.
"How dare you scare me, you bastard!"
Faced with the approaching evil spirit from the human world, Majila is completely in despair.
"At least, the family is reunited when we leave."
Majila, who was still trying to struggle, was surrounded by a group of people. These evil guys pointed and talked at their sister gleefully.
"..,.Don't touch her! I won't let you go in hell!"
But his final roar was only met with ridicule.
"Purgatory? Hell? Isn't this the place?"
The person who was speaking was behind him, and the familiar voice was filled with numbness and despair.
Majila turned back sharply, her face full of disbelief.
Uncle Liao, who sells fish on the street corner, was once an ordinary person. He once saved himself when the disaster struck. But now, he is also a member of the villains.
"The world is already hell, only evil spirits can survive, don't blame us."
Looking at the raised fire axe, Majila was a little dazed. The last thing he saw was his crying sister and the red light behind him.
“Red light.”
"Bang bang bang!"
A sudden burst of machine gun fire and a storm of rubber bullets drove back all the thugs.
The next moment, a red light appeared, and it was a beautiful new drone with a red cross paint on it that was particularly eye-catching.
"This is the Life Preservation Regiment under the command of the God of Redemption, the God of the East Country. They are carrying out humanitarian rescue. The warning shooting has ended. If you do not follow the advice and leave the owner's room, the next round will be live ammunition."
"You are a foreigner"
"boom!"
The burst of gunfire once again stopped all discussion, but this time the sparks were not from rubber bullets.
It was not known who took the lead, but the thugs ran away one after another.
Watching the Red Cross-painted drone rising again towards the next "accident point", Majira, who had survived the disaster, collapsed to the ground, muttering subconsciously.
"East Country, God of Salvation, Save Life. Is there any hope for us?"