A collapsed world, endless ruins.
The waning moon in the sky exudes a penetrating coldness.
When the moon reaches its highest point, the activity of the monsters in the wasteland world is reduced to a minimum.
A zombie swayed through the ruins. Along the way, you could smell a strong stench, as if it had been in your pants for three days without washing.
After the zombies were moved away, there was sparse movement in the ruins.
A few pairs of flickering eyes popped out of the soil.
Only during this time did Xiaoju and his companions have the opportunity to go out and look for some supplies.
As the lowest survivor in the wasteland world, Xiaoju, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, has been fighting death since he was born.
Either be eaten by monsters or starve to death.
…
The night is deep and the cold moon is silent.
At this time, the monsters in the entire ruins seemed to be hypnotized and fell into a deep sleep one after another.
As a survivor of wild exploration, mastering the habits of wasteland creatures is the first criterion for survival.
Xiaoju followed many friends and quietly sneaked into the place where the monsters were active.
Although it is dangerous here, there may also be opportunities to make a fortune.
Taking advantage of this time, everyone picked up some useful things in the ruins and sold them to treasure merchants in exchange for daily necessities.
Unfortunately, tonight's luck has not been very good. Everyone searched for a long time but failed to find anything valuable.
This is the normal life of light pickers in the wasteland.
Getting rich and wealthy is just a small probability event.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "What bad luck, look what I dug up?"
A wasteland scavenger cursed.
Everyone gathered around cautiously, and then clicked their tongues in surprise.
Xiaoju followed the others and stuck out her little head, and saw a corpse dug out from the ruins.
The corpse was in rags, with a huge penetrating wound on the chest. The entire left arm was missing. The body was covered with injuries like spider webs, and the blood seemed to have drained away.
Looking at this corpse, some people couldn't help but curiously asked: "Why don't the zombies eat him?"
"Idiot, why do you care about these boring things? If you have such leisure, you might as well search for more supplies."
The leading scavenger scolded: "If you can't find the things from before to fill your stomach, you will soon end up like this man."
After hearing the leader's words, everyone dispersed angrily and continued searching for supplies. After all, in this collapsed world, encountering a dead person was simply too rare and common.
However, there was still a bold guy who took the initiative and decided to kill the person.
The guy groped around the body for a while, then he collapsed to the ground in fear and crawled back several steps: "It's alive, it's alive!"
"What kind of living thing?" Everyone was shocked.
"This man still has a heartbeat!" the survivor exclaimed.
This statement shocked everyone.
"There is still a heartbeat...save or not?" someone asked.
"Are you an idiot!" The leader cursed and said, "A guy who is injured like this is useless even if he is resuscitated. It is better to just die! Let him die, but it will be a kind of relief."
After saying that, the leader took the people to scavenge elsewhere.
When everyone left, Xiao Ju turned back to follow them step by step, but after walking dozens of meters away, Xiao Ju turned around and rushed into the ruins again.
Before dawn, Xiaoju dug out the injured from the rubble.
Then Xiaoju used his skinny body to forcefully drag the injured back to the shelter.
It was difficult for Xiao Ju to explain her behavior, but she remembered that her adoptive father had told her before he died of illness that she had also picked it up from the ruins.
Perhaps because of sympathy for the same disease, or perhaps because of curiosity, Xiaoju decided to take risks to save people.
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This is a shelter located beneath the ruins of the city, home to more than five hundred survivors.
Xiaoju dragged the injured back to his room.
This is a cave dwelling of only a few square meters, located in the corner of the underground world. It is cold and damp, accompanied by the bitter cold all day long.
The space in the underground world is extremely limited. With so many people living there, the smell is extremely unpleasant. If it were not for survival, probably no one would want to live in this place.
"Xiao Ju, you are stupid, how could you save this person?" asked his companion Yang Dan.
"If you don't save this person, he will die outside." Xiaoju explained.
"Xiao Ju, you are stupid. This guy is a cripple. Even if he is saved, he is still a cripple! The rations you get from scavenging every day are not enough for yourself. How can you feed a waste?"
Yang Dan'er said contemptuously: "Xiao Ju, you should think about how to marry yourself off."
Xiao Ju gritted her teeth and said, "Don't mind my business...Yangdan'er, give me back the mouse I lent you last time. I can use it."
"I ate them all!"
Yangdan looked embarrassed when he heard this, spread out his bony hands and said. "Since you can't help me, just get away from me and don't make sarcastic remarks here."
After Xiao Ju drove the sheep egg away, looking at the unconscious injured person lying on his "bed", Xiao Ju gritted his teeth, dug up the soil on the ground, and took out a bag of things.
These are the emergency supplies that Xiao Ju usually saves. Although most of them are moldy and spoiled synthetic protein foods, they can indeed fill his stomach and extend his life.
Xiaoju carefully took out her synthetic protein biscuits, broke them into pieces and kneaded them into a paste, then carefully stuffed them into the injured person's mouth.
In Xiao Ju's simple concept of being like a beast, Xiao Ju believes that as long as he can eat, he can survive.
Fortunately, although the injured man was seriously injured, he still had the will to survive.
…
The world was spinning and everything was dark.
Song Ziyu slowly woke up from the chaotic state, looked around with dull eyes, and found a little girl with unkempt hair and a strong smell lying next to him.
Song Ziyu instinctively wanted to sit up, but she felt severe pain.
"Hiss..." The pain made Song Ziyu couldn't help but take a breath.
"Yeah, you're awake!"
The disheveled girl beside him exclaimed, with a hint of worry in the surprise.
"Where's my hand?"
Song Ziyu suddenly realized that his left hand had disappeared!
With the help of dim light, Song Ziyu discovered that there was a huge wound on his chest.
"You've been in a coma for several days... You were like this when I picked you up." The unkempt little girl said, "I thought you wouldn't survive, but I didn't expect your vitality to be so tenacious."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu looked at the girl next to him and asked, "Who are you?"
"My name is Xiaoju."
"Where is this?" Song Ziyu asked.
"This is Zhu Xu." Xiao Ju said.
Zhuxu...
A strange place!
What's wrong with me?
Song Ziyu looked at his chest, which was growing red flesh, and felt a little short of breath.
"Lie down quickly, you are seriously injured."
Xiaoju said with concern.
Song Ziyu felt the weakness and pain in her body, and had no choice but to lie down.
Looking at his empty left arm, Song Ziyu couldn't help but shed tears.
After losing the time-travel bracelet, it seems that I can't go back.
I can't go back.
