Chapter 243: Deadly Dawn (13)

Shuaike woke up.
No sunlight, no bed, no singing from the kitchen.
Grey light, dense fog, very cold.
There is still pain.
He twisted his back on the ground, his hands sore, his back sore, and his on the side. He felt like he had screwed a few metal screws into his head.
He sat up, his body hurt even more.
Shuak realized that the most severe pain was not a fall, sprain, or bruise everywhere.
It is deterrence, the deterrent brought about by this disaster.
He knelt down on the ground, violently vomited, as if to spit out those memories.
He stood up swaying with bruises, his clothes were stained with mud that began to dry and harden, and he tried to figure out the situation.
Nothing can be seen clearly. The thick blue-grey fog covers the whole world. Rumbling and dim flashes lay above the clouds. In the far distance-Oul guessed that it was probably south, with a ray of light, as if thick Some huge object on the other side of the fog is burning.
Something as huge as a city.
He looked around, the ground was covered with foul black mud, scattered with twisted agricultural tools and broken fences, this was the mess left by the huge wave.
His land, his farmland became this look.
He stumbled forward, his boots sinking into the mud. The thick mist was half smoke and half suspended dust. The ground smelled of minerals and the smell of mud at the bottom of the river bed. His crops were gone.
He saw a row of standing fences, judging from the height of the silt they protruded, the flood left behind a layer of mud about one meter deep.
Everything was buried, worse than the typhoon.
He saw a hand, a male hand, sticking out of the black mud. The pale hand was covered with wrinkles, and it looked like he was looking for air.
It's too late to do anything now.
Shuak approached the fence and leaned on it. He realized that this was the door to the west field. He was in a completely different position than he thought.
He was half a kilometer to the west. It must have been the flood that rushed him over, like a piece of wood, a piece of waste. It was a miracle that he didn’t hit a pillar to break his arm or crush his head. It was a miracle. Did not drown.
After figuring out the situation, he turned around and walked back along the same path. He knew where he was, so he knew where his house was.
He passed by a cattle farm, and the animal died, and half of his body fell into the black mud.
Then he found the path, at least it used to be a path, now it is a ditch in the mud, with purple muddy water deep in his knees, he waded forward.
"Mr. Shuker?"
He stopped and a voice scared him.
Sitting alone by the path, backed against the remaining fence, he was covered in mud.
"who is it?"
"It's me, Kebis."
Kebis, a worker, a temporary worker.
"Can you stand up"
Shuak walked towards him.
"No."
Kebis replied, the tone was full of pain, he leaned against the fence in a strange posture.
Shuak saw the man's left arm and shoulders were wrapped around the fence with barbed wire, and the flood caught him in such a situation.
"hold onto."
Shuak said, reaching for his pocket, but his tools were long gone.
He walked over to a rollover planter, searched the nearby mud for a while, and finally found the tool box originally placed in the trunk.
Afterwards, he returned with a pair of pliers and rescued Kebis. The man was bloodied from the barbed wire.
"Go."
"where to?"
The rescued seemed confused, as if he thought he was dreaming.
"We are going somewhere."
They spent twenty minutes walking through the quagmire and dense fog to the house of Shuike-or the rest of the house.
On the way, Kbis kept asking questions, such as "What happened?" and "Why did this happen?"
Shuaike didn't have any answers, or he didn't have time and patience to explain them.
Five minutes from the house, did they meet Diana, or Annie? Such a similar name, Shuaike can not remember.
Like Kerbis, she is also a temporary worker who is responsible for drying linen bundles. She is about seventeen years old and is the daughter of his neighbor.
She just stood in the thick fog, muddy water, eyes blind, staring blankly at something impossible to see, because the fog made the visibility almost zero, maybe she was staring at something that comforted her , Such as yesterday's songs, such as her fifth birthday.
"Are you all right, girl?"
Shuaike approached her cautiously, fearing to startle her.
She didn't answer.
"Are you all right? Annie, come with us."
She didn't make eye contact, she didn't even nod her head, but as they moved on, she followed up from afar.
Shuaike's house was a mess, and the flood swept through, taking away all the doors and windows and most of the furniture, and left half a meter of mud and debris in exchange.
He considered whether to find a photo of his wife. It was once placed on the kitchen cabinet, but now that cabinet is gone, so he feels that there is not much hope for finding a photo on it.
He made Kebis and Anne wait and walked in.
His room was upstairs, so he was in a slightly better position than the rest of the house. He found the faded green canvas kit, and loaded some useful things into it.
Then he took off his boots for farm work and put on a dry suit. The most suitable one at the moment was his old imperial army uniform, which was as dull gray as the mist.
He also took a few things and made some trade-offs in his property.
Shuak picked up a coat for Kebis, took a blanket from the bed to keep Anne warm, and brought a medicine bag. He went down the stairs to meet them.
His rifle was still hanging above the fireplace, he took it off, and then took out a wooden box from the small lattice near the chimney, three bullets wrapped in oil paper, he put them all in his pocket.
"Mr. Shuker!"
Suddenly, he heard Kebis's shout and immediately rushed to the muddy yard, almost slipping on the stairs. The bullet couldn't be loaded. He hadn't got a gun in a long time, and his skills were quite good. rusty.
And he was scared~EbookFREE.me~ he had never been so scared in his life, although he had experienced many hell-like wars.
"what happened?"
He came to the messy yard, while Kbis was hiding behind some overturned boxes.
"There is something over there!"
He pointed to the barn beside the house.
"Large things, the movement is not small!"
Shuaike couldn't see anything. He turned back to see where Annie was, only to find that she was standing next to the kitchen door, continuing to stare at the past, not responding to Kippis' panic.
"Stay here."
Shuaike screamed at Annie and walked towards the barn with a gun. He did hear something, and Kebis did not lie. It was really big no matter what it was.
Shuak knew he needed a good head shot and was killed. If it was a big guy, he had to put it down as soon as possible.
Boom~!
The sound of the impact was getting closer and closer. Shuker carefully approached the barn door and glanced into the crack of the door.
He saw Ford. A sturdy farmer’s son, a little demented, his best friend is a mare, but now his good friend has fallen over in the mud without any sound, Ford is trying to make it stand up again and again Once, the sound was made like this.
Shuaike sighed and opened the barn door.
"Ford, your father and mother."
"Uncle Shuike?"
The demented child recognized his voice, put down his horseshoe, and turned to slobber and looked at him.
"All asleep, I can't scream, uncle Shuike you help me."
"follow me."
Shuak walked over to grab his hand and walked out.
"Where to go, Uncle Shuike?"
"A place where we can live."
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