Dawn

The teenager also did not turn around, hastily pulling his sister into the short bushes next to him.

Most of these bushes have died, below the plants, is buried by the sandy tarmac road.

This road, already can not see half intact traces of the road, broken. The road is flush with dead overgrown bushes that have torn his shirt.

That little girl about eight or nine years old, the body has long been cut out of countless blood!

Looking in the direction from which the teenager had run, a cloud of dust was rising in the distance, and it looked like they would soon be caught up.

A dazzling flash of light muddled through the sky. Not far away in the wilderness, an instant burst of light, a small black dot-like figure disappeared after the flash.

"Hmm! There seems to be a person in mid-air? This, what's going on?"

The teenager was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and saw a piece of broken tin of a roof in the distance, floating in the air, and then fell straight down a few seconds later.

"Did you see that? That flash." He pointed in one direction and turned to ask his sister, his pace slowing.

"What flash?" The girl asked suspiciously, obviously not seeing it.

She was sleepy-eyed at the moment.

"Uh, nothing, let's go."

The teenager quickened his pace, but his mind was still thinking about the glow, and he wasn't sure if he'd really seen it wrong - too tired, his nerves, which had been strained since last night, were a bit too much to hold on to now.

Further away were rolling weeds.

The teenager was holding a large can with the trademark "Pea #0" and the number "33" printed on a sticker underneath.

Almost everyone in the area recognized that this was a can made of real peas, not plants grown in giant petri dishes, which is rare in this day and age.

The cans are produced from the underground farm in area 33, which is the largest farm in this area of tens of thousands of square kilometers. There are several human settlements in the surrounding area, commonly known to the locals as "Canned City".

There are some equipment left in the former civilization, in the western continent, is one of the few farms that still produce food.

However, the cans in the boy's hand were obviously a year out of date.

"Brother! Brother ......"

The little girl cried as she ran: "I just can't run anymore!"

Pretty little face, mud and water mixed with tears slipped down, forming a trail.

"Hold on a little longer, we're almost there."

The teenager panted heavily, his footsteps still did not slow down at all.

Both the siblings knew that if they were caught up by that group, they would either be killed outright or captured as slaves and live a life of darkness from now on.

......

"Our car, it's hidden under that water tower, with that, they can't catch up with us."

The teenager did not stop at all, only slightly slowed down, pulling the little girl's hand held more tightly.

"Turn around in front of you, I covered it with felt, look, look!"

The front actually can not see anything, this teenager is with hope and thirst, to motivate his sister.

After running a little more, the dust behind grew bigger and bigger. "Boom boom!" The sound of a locomotive was clearly audible.

At the same time, a corner of a water tower emerged vaguely in front of them next to a pile of crumbling buildings, hidden behind a tilted 5-story building.

"Hmm? Why is there a person on the water tower?"

When the teenager looked up again, it was as if he was looking out of sight again, but this time there was no time to look closely, it was important to run for their lives!

However, before they could run out of town, the little girl stumbled on her feet and fell to the ground, her arm cut by a large hard stone, blood flowing down her arm onto the sand.

"Oooh ......"

She bit her lips, her eyes were red, forcing herself not to let out a cry, but the sobbing sound still came out intermittently.

Teenager a cat waist, the left hand picked up her two small legs, carried her up, carried on the back.

"Be strong, hold on! Almost there."

The teenager hobbled and stumbled forward, he had little physical strength left, but now he added a human weight, and his mouth kept reassuring his sister.

He was ready to cross the narrow pathway between the two rows of broken walls.

The sound behind him was getting closer and closer, and before the teenager could cross the narrow passage, there was a "bang, bang, bang" roar in his ears, an explosion-like sound from the broken exhaust pipe.

Three huge motorcycles, spewing flames, accompanied by a loud noise, from the roadside smoke to the teenagers in front of them, slashed to stop them.

The motorcycles were apparently the kind assembled from cobbled-together parts, with different images, but all had the image of a skeleton in flames painted on their bodies.

Three riders sat on the car, the first two tall and strong, the back of a short, they all had weapons on them.