I sell Coke in the doomsday

Only the remains of giants are left of the former civilization, and we are all like ants, gnawing on the corpses of giants and surviving in this world.

How many people has this young child whom I killed killed?

Does he know that the world is not supposed to be like this? Does he still remember what the city looked like when it was brightly lit?

Back then, what should children aged 15 or 16 do? They would go to school, make a lot of friends, play basketball and video games with many people, and live a carefree life.

Instead of being able to raise the gun and kill people without any psychological burden like now, he should not be killed by a monster like me at such a young age, lying between the dust and blood.

I heard footsteps and four or five people came towards me. They seemed to have confirmed my death, but they were still not satisfied and shot my body with guns, cursing.

So tired and sleepy.

I seemed to have lost all sense of pain, except for my fatigue which was magnified several times at this moment. I just wanted to lie down like this, like a corpse that wouldn't fight back.

Revenge should be a pleasurable thing, isn't it?

But at this moment, I just feel tired and dusty, without any feeling of happiness.

Ah, Lolita, my Lolita.

The light of my soul.

I remembered that I burned "Lolita" in front of Wang Quan's tomb that day, and I suddenly felt a little regretful, because it was really a very good book.

Yes, at this critical moment of revenge, my abnormal brain began to grow weeds again.

Suddenly, someone stepped heavily on my head with his foot, and my head hit the floor with a dull sound.

Under such a heavy blow, I began to have some hallucinations.

In a trance, I saw this supermarket, as bright as day, with some people picking goods under the lights, talking and laughing.

The floor was as clean as a mirror, without a speck of dust or even the glaring blood.

The last five men seemed to have confirmed my death. They stopped shooting to vent their anger and started to clean up their companions' bodies while cursing.

One of them squatted down and turned my body over, wanting to see what else I was carrying. But at the moment he turned me over, a dagger was inserted diagonally into his throat.

"Whoo~"

The man's eyes widened and he let out a hissing sound. I quickly pulled out the dagger, pushed him over, picked up the pistol beside me, and started shooting at those men.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Amid the chaotic gunfire, I quickly stood up, swung my hand violently, and stabbed someone's throat with the dagger in my hand.

In the gunfire just now, I successfully shot two people in the head, and now there is only one person left.

"what!!!"

I growled like a wild animal, taking the bullet from the last man and charging forward, slamming his body into the shelf, and we both fell down along with the shelf.

I rode on the man, ignoring the gun in his hand, and just raised my fist with an angry look on my face, punching him in the face again and again.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

I know and I remember what this place used to be like. We may worry about many things, but we will never worry about something like killing someone.

We should remember what we once had.

I shouted loudly and punched the man repeatedly with my fist raised.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Yes, that's what bothers me. Killing someone means paying with one's life. This should be basic common sense no matter what era it is.

Suddenly, the man found the right moment and punched me in the face. My body slightly tilted, and he took the opportunity to push me away.

In the dim light, I saw that his face was bruised and his eyes were full of hatred, just like mine.

Instead of reaching for the gun, the man just came right at me, swinging his fist and hitting me in the face.

And I seemed to have forgotten the boxing practice I had for a month, and I was waving my fists without any plan.

The two of us were like kids fighting, punching each other and wrestling with each other.

After a long time, with my face covered in blood, I gasped and looked at the lifeless body beneath me. I turned my head and looked at a broken mirror, which reflected my bloody face.

I smiled bitterly, collapsed on the corpse weakly, and spoke softly.

"It's... fucking disgusting."

Chapter 24: Gods (I)

The strong smell of blood lingered in my nose, making me feel like vomiting. I sat quietly on the corpse for a long time.

The blood on my face quickly coagulated and turned into a thin red solid that stuck to my skin like sand, which was very uncomfortable.

It's disgusting. Really disgusting.

What should I do next? I asked myself, but I didn't get any answer.

This will not be my last confrontation with the Shield Organization. In the days to come, this may become my norm.

"Next time, you have to leave someone alive."

While muttering to myself, I slowly stood up from the corpses on the ground and began to collect the weapons of these people with an expressionless face.

There were five pistols and one rifle in total. The remaining weapons had used up all their bullets in the previous fight and were of no use.

The only loot worth mentioning was a pair of cigarettes rolled with rough white paper that I found in someone's pocket.

Even if the world is like this, will anyone still grow tobacco?

I leaned tiredly against a shelf, lit the cigarette and put it in my lips.

Breathe in, breathe out.

The light blue smoke rushed into my throat, slightly stinging it, but also temporarily paralyzing my brain.

"call……"

It turns into white smoke in my lungs, and with the sound of exhalation, it slowly flows out of my mouth and slowly floats into the air.

I tapped off the ash lightly, my eyes wandering, finally landing on the corpse beside me.

The ashes fell to the ground and scattered into debris. I lowered my head slightly and looked at the blood spreading to my footsteps. I sighed and said in a low voice.

"May your God bless you."

I added softly, taking another drag on my cigarette.

"I'd love to say this, but unfortunately, our God is a cerebral palsy."

"It's not deaf or blind, it's just a purebred."

……

“May God bless us.”

Under the rough wooden sculpture, a little boy knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to the sculpture that could not respond at all.

And the so-called god was just a shield carved out of wood. The appearance of the god was behind the shield. It had no facial features and no human shape. It was just a distorted, indescribable wooden sculpture.

The little boy prayed devoutly to the wooden god, praying for his brother's safety.

After praying, the little boy carefully took out a small white flower from his arms and respectfully offered it on the altar.

The chief said that when praying to God, one needs to offer what one cherishes most, and this little flower is the little boy’s most precious thing.

"God, I want a house of my own."

The little boy whispered his humble wish to the statue. The adults said that God is unique, so he does not need a name and can just be called God.

After praying, the little boy stood up and ran out of the altar on his little feet.

The altar was built on a high mountain. It was simple and crude. When the little boy went down the mountain, he could see many young people and children moving towards the altar.

High on the mountain, the little boy was running while looking at the fields on the side of the road.

I heard that it took several years to successfully cultivate these farmlands, and the crops planted in the land were all corn due to issues with yield and survival.

At this time, the corn on the ground had just emerged from the soil, but the open space next to it was also full of weeds. The little boy saw many skinny people crawling on the ground, weeding with simple tools.

Those people were dark and thin, with sunken eye sockets, looking more like ghosts than humans. They looked at the weeds beneath them with hungry eyes.

They were coolies who were lured in by the organization's lies and forced to work in the fields every day, but the food provided to them was just a pile of boiled weeds.

On one side of the field, there were armed guards stationed. They stood in the shade of the trees, looking at the people working, talking and laughing.

Maybe it was due to hunger or the continuous exposure to the sun, but an elderly man suddenly went limp and fell to the ground in the field, motionless, as if he was dead.

When the guard saw this, he walked over with a whip and beat the unconscious old man hard, cursing at him.

"Get up! Old man!"

"Stop pretending to be dead!"

The little boy stopped and looked at the scene quietly. Deep down in his heart, he felt somewhat relieved.

It’s great that I don’t have to do this kind of work. My brother is a fighter responsible for collecting supplies, so even though I’m short and small, I won’t be assigned to the fields.

After standing for a moment, the little boy took another step and ran towards the door of the base with some anticipation.

Today is the day when the elder brother goes out to collect supplies. Every time he goes out, he will secretly bring some good things for himself. Although they are just some toys that have long been destroyed, in the eyes of the little boy, they are treasures he has never seen before.

The little boy ran to the gate of the base happily and began to wait. He had always been worried about his brother.

Although my brother is only sixteen years old, he has already killed many people, and no one can be his opponent.

In his eyes, his brother was like a giant, standing tall and omnipotent.

Time passed bit by bit, and gradually more and more people gathered at the door of the stronghold. They were all family members of the search team, their wives and children who were originally or robbed by them.

However, on this day, none of them could wait for their loved ones.

Dusk falls and the sun sets.

The setting sun in the evening fell on the little boy's tender face, but it looked so dim. After the crowd dispersed, the little boy was still standing at the door stupidly, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, hoping that the door would open.

Until night fell, under the dim starry sky, the little boy's hands fell limply, and he wiped his tears with his dirty sleeves as he walked towards his home.

That night, the little boy sat alone on the bed, staring blankly at the empty bed and sobbing.

After crying until his eyes turned red, the little boy placed all his belongings in front of the statue in the house, knelt on the ground humbly, and prayed again.

"God, I beg you."

"Please let my brother come back."

The light was dim, and the wooden statue was in the shadow, looking inexplicably mocking.

The next day, the news that all fifteen members of the search team had not returned spread throughout the stronghold.

At the same time, someone broke into the little boy's house, threw out all his things, and arranged for a young man to live in it.

An uncle who was very kind in the little boy's memory handed a wooden shovel to the little boy and said nonchalantly.

"From today on, you will go to work in the fields."

The little boy took the ridiculous wooden shovel in a daze, then turned around uncontrollably, looked towards the altar on the mountain, and whispered with tears in his eyes.

“God, do you really hear my prayers?”

Chapter 25: Gods (II)

God is a purebred with cerebral palsy and cub breed.

At least that's what I think, so even if I really know that God exists, or even have seen him in a dream, it's hard for me to have the slightest respect for him.

After all, it is ridiculous to ask an ant to respect a naughty child who pours boiling water on the ant nest.

If he dares to appear in front of me, no matter what the result is, I will go up and punch his mother twice.

Since ants can bite naughty children, so can I.

After killing fifteen members of the Shield Organization, I temporarily returned to my previous life. I did not stop training my physical fitness, but I would not run so far again.

I did not use the bodies of those fifteen people as fertilizer. Perhaps they would have worked wonders as fertilizer, but I thought that even if I was alone, even in this world.

I should also have my own rules and order, and live as a human being, rather than a hideous beast with four limbs.

In the days that followed, I started jogging, practicing boxing, and axe swinging in the community square, and I finally had time to spend more time with Tongtong.