The end of the world begins with escape

"Dayong, Dayong, help mom, Dayong." Mother He screamed at the top of her lungs and stretched out her hand to her son.

He Dayong hugged his son He Xiaobao with one arm and ran forward madly, unable to care about the old woman left behind.

"Da Yong." Mother He's earth-shattering scream was soon drowned out by the noise and chaos in the shantytown.

She trembled all over and fell to the ground. Her lips were trembling and her face turned pale. She stared in disbelief at the fading image of her son.

Around him were people running in confusion and haste.

The sounds of panic, stampings, curses and cries intertwined into a death march.

The night gradually fades away.

Mother He looked back with despair on her face and saw green light filling the sky.

The original thick ink-like night was embellished into a brilliant green color.

Yet this is the color of approaching death.

Mother He sat slumped on the ground, her face covered with black dirt and dirt, staring blankly at the horizon, and suddenly laughed nervously "Hehehe".

This is the good son she raised.

When the disaster came, he left his mother behind and flew alone.

Her wonderful son and grandson.

It was unclear whether Mother He was more regretful or in pain at this time. She just sat there stupidly, looking up at the sky miserably like many helpless old people.

Until it was completely engulfed by clusters of beautiful green light...

"Ah!" He Shufen pulled her son and turned around while running, looking at the sky filled with green light with fear.

"I can't run anymore, Mom, I can't run anymore." His son Ren Dabao cried, barely keeping up with his mother's running pace.

But he is a ten-year-old child who always lives up to his standards and never exercises. He has reached his physical limit after running for twenty minutes.

Ren Dabao threw away his mother's hand and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, "Mom, if you carry me, I can't run anymore!"

He Shufen herself was about to run to death. How could she still have the strength to carry her son?

With a horrified look on her face, she stared at the group of green lights that were getting closer and closer to the horizon, and then looked at her son who was lying on the ground and having a tantrum.

He gritted his teeth and turned around suddenly, leaving Ren Dabao behind and ran away.

The child was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and cried endlessly, and just stood there in a daze, "Mom??"

He Shufen ran forward without looking back, because she knew that if she paused any longer, she would be like her son, being eaten away by the layers of green light that rushed towards her eyes, swallowing not even a trace of dregs.

"Mom!" Ren Dabao let out a shrill cry.

He Shufen just turned a deaf ear, and with a strong will that it was better to live than die, she swung her legs and rushed to the north gate of the base.

Zhao Jianjun was carrying a loudspeaker and roaring repeatedly, "Get in the car, get in the car!"

"Let's go, let's go!" A few little soldiers with sweaty faces kept gesturing to the convoy, asking the military trucks filled with people to start and leave quickly.

Buses and trucks rushed away from the Lanshan Tahu base one after another.

After all the survivors experienced this disaster, they all stared blankly into the night, completely unsure of where to go.

Song Guang pulled his wife and turned to look at his son Song Xiaolong.

Song Xiaolong followed the couple with his grandmother on his back and sweating profusely.

Seeing the north gate of the base getting closer and closer, the cars speeding away caused a heavy psychological pressure on people.

It seemed that he would be unable to catch up with the leaving convoy.

There are fewer and fewer buses and trucks parked in front of the base, and there are still many people in the distant shantytowns who are desperately trying to escape here.

"Get ready to blast!"

"Everyone evacuates the north gate quickly within five minutes!"

Zhao Jianjun carried a loudspeaker and directed people to get on the bus quickly. There was a row of sweat beads hanging on his forehead, and his hair like steel needles was already soaked with sweat.

Song Youfu ran away behind his son and grandson. When he turned around and saw a small green light following him, he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

They have all fled here, and they are about to leave the base, but these mutant bugs still refuse to let their family go.

"Grandpa, hurry up!" Song Xiaolong, who was carrying the old lady on his back, turned and shouted to the old man.

However, the old man gradually slowed down and smiled lovingly at his grandson, "Xiaolong, take good care of you and breastfeed your parents, and live on!"

"Grandpa!!" Song Xiaolong turned his head in shock.

"Old man!" The old woman lay on Song Xiaolong's back and shouted miserably.

Song Youfu waved his hands vigorously at them, "Run! Don't look back!"

Throwing the backpack at Song Xiaolong's feet, Song Youfu panted, picked up the shovel and ran towards the green light.

He is a good old man, but after the end of the world, he always does some inappropriate things and causes a lot of trouble for his family.

However, some deep-rooted old ideas are so deeply embedded that they may not be able to be changed in a lifetime.

For example, kindness, soft-heartedness, and willingness to help others. These qualities may not be needed after the end of the world, but as an old man, he probably won't be able to change them in this life.

At least do one last good deed for his family before he leaves.

"Grandpa!" Song Xiaolong didn't know whether it was sweat or tears, his face was covered with tears.

"Let's go, let's go, get in the car! Get in the car quickly, quickly!" Several little soldiers pulled Grandma Song onto the big truck and directly dragged Song Xiaolong into the car.

"Start!"

With an order, the large military truck loaded with survivors drove frantically away from the north gate of the base.

Everyone in the car huddled up in a ball, staring blankly and helplessly at the vast night sky.

"Brother Jianjun, please leave quickly."

"Why are we leaving? You are all here, how can I leave?"

"Here, order them!"

"Don't let them out!"

"Let them accompany the Lanshan Tower Lake Base to rest here forever! Hahahahaha."

"Fuck them!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Platoon leader." The young man who opened the military card saw in the rearview mirror that Zhao Jianjun and his party were strapped with bombs, and they all clicked and jumped into the swarm of insects, tears and sweat falling from their eyes.

The north gate of the base was ignited with raging flames, and within a moment thick smoke was billowing into the sky.

In the passenger seat, his companion, who also had a messy hair and face, gritted his teeth with red eyes and shouted, "Speed ​​up!"

The survivors on the buses one after another were looking through the windows at the Lanshan Tower Lake base where the fire was rising and the smoke was billowing.

I don't know who cried out as if she had an emotional breakdown. Immediately afterwards, there were cries in the car, rising and falling like ocean waves.

I don’t know whether I’m crying because of my uncertain future, or whether I’m crying for the relatives and friends who have passed away.

Just tonight, the safe base that could have allowed everyone to breathe and survive collapsed.

The entire security base only lasted for just half a month from its establishment to its collapse.

Is this the future destiny of mankind?

Xie Ning shook her mother's hand, "Mom?"

"We must become stronger as soon as possible." Song Youai looked up at the dark night outside the window with a serious look on his face.