How Am I Still Alive?

Majila is fifteen years old this year, and his birthday is next month, but he doesn't think he will live to adulthood.

".The gangs on Rust Street are also finished. Next, it may be our turn. Should we escape again? But it's more dangerous outside this area. There are wars everywhere."

Ordinary people during the war are like hares in a burning forest.

In the situation of fire on all sides, you may die if you escape, and you will die if you don't escape.

However, Majila has no choice.

Rations, or the expired canned food that was hard to get before, are running out.

The collapse of the entire country is not just as simple as the collapse of the administrative system. There is no systematic agricultural production and industrial production. In addition, there are wars everywhere. Everyone's rations can only rely on the reserves of the old era. After so many years of fighting, no one has surplus food.

"We have to go. The old Ruan next door looks at my sister in a strange way."

Don't get me wrong. It's good to survive these days. In addition, my sister was so hungry and skinny that she was just skin and bones to avoid disaster. What kind of beauty is that? Neighbors, they are attracted by this two taels of meat.

Majila knew that the atmosphere around him was getting more and more wrong. He had witnessed more than one time when the strong plundered or hunted the weak.

He also had a pistol he picked up. Although there were not many bullets left, it should not be the weakest. And he also had an incapable mother and sister.

Three people without resistance, very cost-effective, and there were already few women.

".If they"

Every night, boys and men carefully guarded the door, fearing that hunger and fear would let the evil spirits rush 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 it comes again"

When night fell, when torches appeared in the streets and alleys, the unbearable long night came again.

After Majila blocked the door again, he tightly grasped his pistol in the worried eyes of his family.

He didn't dare to sleep, and he had been searching for food during the day. Finally, he woke up in a daze.

"Ahhhhh!"

The sudden scream woke Majila up. He looked up suddenly, terrified to see the death of his relatives, but he didn't expect.

"It's next door, it's the old Ruan family next door!"

His sister Mara hurriedly grabbed her brother, fearing that he would disturb the thugs and let them find him.

Majila looked up carefully and looked out the window, seeing the neighbor's house with many dark shadows in the window.

The bloodshot eyes that always peeked at his house on weekdays are still looking at the cut head here, staring at this side, as if questioning why no one came to save it.

"Tomorrow morning, leave tomorrow morning!"

Once again, Majila said to himself and his sister.

But he also knew that this was probably meaningless. Even if he left, where could he escape to?

The only areas that are a little orderly now are those occupied by the so-called "gangs". They bully the weak and the few, but if you join them, you can survive. Moreover, the areas they occupy are more or less orderly, unlike the "wild areas" here, where people are on guard against each other during the day and act like jungle animals at night.

And if you leave the city, the monsters, sea beasts, and aliens will kill people more brutally.

Even the 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 directly send a few trucks of fully armed soldiers and drag all of them over as cannon fodder.

In a sense, in the eyes of some warlords, those people living in the "outer ring" are no longer considered human beings, but some livestock that are left to fend for themselves.

When they need it, they just come to take some, and it's not a pity if they die, just go to other places to catch more.

When the most powerful person in a system has no need or intention to be responsible for the grassroots, the system itself has no bottom line.

This is the real nightmare of the Haas Islands, which was once a rich land.

Today, this small island nation and several surrounding areas that were once countries have been physically integrated. Perhaps, a hegemonic warlord can really rise from it, but there are probably not many survivors in this outer ring.

"Or, I will join the army too."

Majila was a little desperate and numb. He knew what those so-called "soldiers" were. He had seen them forcibly killing refugees for fun. He had previously avoided them and fled the "city center".

Now, perhaps in this era, only by becoming a villain can you survive.

"Tomorrow, I will try. I have played with guns, I have my own guns, and I am still very young. I should accept it."

Looking at her sister who was holding her head and shaking with fear, Majila made up her mind.

Even if she turned into a demon, she had to let her relatives live.

At least, let them eat meat for a few days

"Boom!"

And the sudden sound broke the tranquility of the night.

The shaking wooden door indicated the seemingly destined fate of this family.

"Bang!"

Once again, this seemingly crude crowbar hit the door, but it also hit the lifeline of this family.

"Don't come over, I have a gun!!"

Majila shouted loudly, and the outside suddenly fell silent.

It seems that this threat is effective.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

A sudden scream attracted Majira's attention. He turned back and found that the reinforced window had been torn open.

When he was attracted by the knocking on the door outside, a man had crawled in unknowingly.

He stepped on his mother and grabbed his sister.

"Put down the gun and give it to me. I will let your family live."

The thin and sick man said so in the face of the trembling gun muzzle.

But Majira did not do what he knew the man in front of him. When did "Poison Dog" keep his promise? He came for his gun!

Majira's shaking hands suddenly stabilized. He knew that this moment was a moment of life and death for the family.

The words of the beast were meaningless. Everything they looked like words was a disguise for hunting.

Looking at Majira, who seemed to have made up his mind with a firm look, "Poison Dog" panicked all of a sudden.

"You, don't touch your sister"

"Boom!"

When Majira was about to make up his mind to pull the trigger and gamble on a shot

The door behind him, which had already been shaky, was suddenly knocked open.

This time, Majila was not as lucky as before. He was knocked to the ground and his gun fell out of his hand.

"You bastard boy, you dare to scare me!"

Facing the approaching evil spirits, Majila was completely desperate.

"At least, when we leave, the family will be reunited."

Majila, who still wanted to struggle, was surrounded by a group of people. These evildoers pointed at his sister happily.

".,. Don't touch her! I won't let you go in hell!"

But his last roar was only laughed at.

"Purgatory? Hell? Isn't this here?"

The person behind him was speaking, and some familiar voices were full of numbness and despair.

Majila turned back suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

Uncle Liao, who sold fish on the corner, was once an ordinary person. When the disaster came, he saved himself. Now, he is also a member of the evildoers.

"The world is already hell, only evil spirits can survive, don't blame us."

Looking at the raised fire axe, Majira was a little dazed. The last thing he saw was his crying sister and the red light behind him.

"Red light."

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sudden machine gun fire and the storm of rubber bullets repelled all the thugs.

The next moment, the red light appeared. It was a beautiful new drone with a red cross paint on it that was particularly eye-catching.

"This is the Life Preservation Corps under the command of the God of Redemption of the East Country. It is carrying out humanitarian rescue. The warning shooting has ended. If you don't follow the advice and leave the owner's room, the next round will be live ammunition shooting."

"You are a foreign country"

"Bang!"

The gunfire that burst out again blocked all discussions, and this time the sparks that bloomed were not rubber bullets.

I don't know who took the lead, and the thugs rushed to run.

As the drone painted with the red cross rose again and headed for the next "accident point", Majira, who had survived the disaster, collapsed to the ground and murmured subconsciously.

"East Country, God of Redemption, save lives. Is there any hope for us?"