Apocalypse: We Are Filling The World With Supplies

Fairy tales say that a boy who tastes honey dies in a beautiful dream.

But that's not the case.

The boy's wailing of pain lasted under the tree for three days and nights.

After the heavy rain, the sticky mud made it impossible for the boy to get out.

The honest soil pressed the boy breathlessly.

After the rain, it was sunny again.

Under the sun, the boy did not drip water for three days and nights, and did not eat a mouthful of food.

That small gap in the original skull.

At this time, I don't know if it was because the skin was dried, or because the tireless insects on the boy were too hardworking.

This leads to the fact that the gap in the boy's head is gradually widening.

From the knife seam, which was not too painful at first, gradually became one finger wide and two fingers wide.

Even slowly it seems to be as wide as the forehead.

The boy's body can be peeled out of his skin pouch almost at any time, confirming the importance of wound suturing in modern medicine.

And this is also the main reason why the boy screams.

The fly uses his flesh and blood to find a place for his children to hatch.

The ants smelled the sweetness of the honey and couldn't wait to dig the honey back into the cave along with the boy's scalp to honor their empress.

Even when the villagers came and went, they just looked at the head with disdain.

Some people can't understand why the boy should admit that he is the murderer.

Some people don't understand how such a young child kills.

Some people can't understand why boys are treated so absurdly.

But even everyone was confused.

But in the end, no one spoke.

The boy died in screaming.

No one knows if he starved to death or died of sunburn, or if the blood in his body was dry.

Or did ants burrow into his nostrils and block his trachea.

Or maggots enter the skull through the gap in the skull, eating the brain.

Or maybe it's because of the combination of the above....

The big fat aunt who sells bread pushes a cart of cow dung with a cart ready to ignite.

When I passed by, I saw the boy dead.

I don't know if it's because of kindness or because I feel a little guilty.

The aunt took out a loaf of bread from under her apron that she had been hiding for an unknown amount of time.

The bread is hard and dripping.

But the aroma of wheat still lingers.

The little boy finally felt what the bread he dreamed of was like.

It's just that after he died....

The next day, the aunt continued to look for cow dung as usual.

The bakery is crowded.

A large amount of burning material must be used every day to fill the oven.

Although there is a lot of firewood in the mountains and forests, no matter how obese the aunt is, she is also a female streamer.

It is obviously unrealistic to go up the mountain every day to cut firewood and go home to make bread.

Therefore, the best way is to go to a nearby farmhouse.

In particular, those cowpens that provide milk to the city lord and duke, etc., clean up the site free of charge for the farmers who raise cows.

Every day, a large pile of cow dung is harvested.

In the words of her aunt, the bread she baked with cow dung has a unique aroma.

But this morning, my aunt found that her bread with its unique aroma had disappeared.

In front of a dead man, a bread that had been used up with dregs disappeared....

"Maybe the beast ate it..." The

aunt took it for granted, but she couldn't suddenly resurrect the corpse and stood up and ate the bread.

The moon hung in the air, and the aunt took advantage of the moon's brightness to go out and take out the trash.

At night, the beast howls.

The aunt smoothly lifted the barrel, and then beat her waist and let out a long breath.

Just about to turn around and return to his warm fireplace.

However, at this moment, a special aroma and crisp sound attracted the attention of the aunt.

She carefully walked around her door, and suddenly saw a small shadow standing next to the boy who had been fine for three days and three nights.

The shadow was holding in his hand the bread that the aunt had kindly sacrificed to the boy during the day.

The next moment, the bakery lost its original owner.

The next day, the villagers found that the mistress of the village bakery was scared to death.

The first reaction was to drag the woman's body out first.

The second reaction was to sit by the oven where women were most proud, and after heating their hands and feet, they wondered when they would be able to occupy the house.

By the way, you can also own the bakery, a job that everyone

dreams of.... More than one strange thing happened.

When the aunt died, the bread supply was cut off.

As a result, the people of the village had to count their remaining food reserves, wondering if they would survive the winter.

During this inspection, the villagers suddenly found that their family's food stocks had inexplicably begun to gradually decrease.