Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 145 Dagger
Have to wait until the appointed time.

If she calculated the day correctly, the rail car should arrive soon on a wet and gloomy night.

In this cursed place, her days are like years, but now she has only one way out - to wait.

At the other end of the bridge, what awaited her was a locked hermetic door, which opened from the inside only once a week, on the day of the market.

Today Sasha has nothing to sell, but more to buy than ever.

To her now, it doesn't matter what the people on the railcar ask of her, as long as it takes her to the world of the living.

Fallen by the cold body of her dead father, she hopes she can buy a ticket to normal human society, before his body begins to rot.

Sasha had imagined countless times that one day, she and her father could arrive at another subway station, where there would be people around, and she could socialize with anyone and meet the important people in her life...

can he

Is he worth relying on?
She asked her father many times, hoping to know his experiences in youth.

She not only wants to go back to her childhood through her father's narration, but also secretly puts herself in the role of mother, and the role of father is played by a mysterious handsome man with unpredictable lines, which It was her clumsy fantasy of love.

She even worried that she would not be able to find a common language with others.

What topics will others talk to her about?

There is only a handful of days left before the arrival of the rail car, perhaps, only a few minutes.

She originally looked down on those men and women, and she thought from the bottom of her heart that her intention to return to human society was a betrayal of her dead father.

If staying in this station could save her father's life, then she would stay desperately without hesitation for a second.

The candle was dying in the glass jar, and Sasha ignited another candle with the flame.

On one of the trips, her father found a whole box of candles, and Sasha took a few from them, which had been lying in the wide pockets of her overalls.

Sasha felt that her and her father's lives were like this candle. When the lamp of his father's life went out, part of his life would continue on top of hers.

Could those on the rail car see her signal?

The fog here is so heavy.

Until now, she has such a psychological presupposition that she will never delay even a minute or a second outside for no reason.

This is her father's prohibition, and her father's swollen throat is also a living warning to her.

On the edge of the station, Sasha often felt uncomfortable, like a captured gopher, looking around, mustering up the courage to step up the first step of the subway bridge, she wanted to look at the bottom of the bridge The black river that crosses.

Now she has more time to waste.

She hunched slightly, trembling in the howling autumn wind, she took a few steps forward, and behind the receding bony trees, a collapsed multi-storey building appeared in the half-dark dusk. houses.

Amidst the sound of the oily, silt-filled river, an unidentified monster groaned in a human voice in the distance.

Suddenly, this groan was joined by a mournful weeping creak...

Sasha stood up and raised the candlestick, and suddenly a cunning light from the bridge responded to her.

A dilapidated rail car was coming toward her through the cottony fog, its wedge lights piercing the night, splitting it in two.

The girl took a few steps back—the rail car was not the one that used to come.

The car worked so hard that it seemed that every forward turn of its wheels required tremendous effort from the person handling the handlebars.

Finally, it stopped ten steps away from Sasha.A tall, fat man wrapped tightly in a protective suit jumped out of the car. Behind the glass of the gas mask were swaying devilish flames, avoiding Sasha's gaze.

The man held a Kalashnikov rifle with a wooden butt in his hand.

"I want to get out of this place," Sasha declared, lifting her chin.

"Leave." The strange man's response was like an echo. Perhaps out of surprise, perhaps out of sarcasm and sarcasm, the man lengthened the vowels.

"Do you have anything to sell?"

"I have nothing left." She gazed into his burning eye sockets, which were surrounded by iron.

"Everyone has something to sell, especially women." The man snorted, and suddenly remembered something, "Are you going to abandon your father?"

"I have nothing left." Sasha lowered her head and repeated her words.

"He's finally dying." The masked man said in a contemptuous and slightly disappointed voice, "He may feel disappointed now."

He picked up the straps of Sasha's overalls with the gun barrel, and dragged her down without haste.

"You have no right to do that!" Her voice was hoarse, she broke free suddenly, and stepped back.

The candlestick and its glass cover fell onto the rails, and the glass shards flew everywhere. For a moment, the darkness swallowed up the firelight.

"They're gone from here and they're never coming back, do you understand that?" The freak looked at her indifferently, through lifeless dead glass.

"Let me take you away. You can't even afford my travel expenses, one way. Do the math for yourself. You can only repay the debt your father owes me."

The machine gun flipped in his hand, and the butt of the gun moved forward, hitting Sasha's temple, knocking Sasha unconscious as if out of kindness.
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Su Mengfan found that Sasha hadn't come back all night, although there were times when she didn't come back at night before.

But this time, it was unexpectedly unusual. Su Mengfan was afraid that Sasha would not be able to accept the blow, so he thought of committing suicide.

Then he picked up his Death Rifle, which had no bullets in it, and all of it was used to replace it with food and medicine.

I had no choice but to pack my bags and search the room to see if there were any melee weapons.

Unexpectedly, I found a letter left by Adama.

"By the time you read this letter, I will be dead.

A sinful person like me does not deserve to live in this world.However, I still have to take care of Sasha, and I must live for her.I can't live up to her expectations, nor can I live up to her efforts.

I am very grateful to Alcorn for saving me from the vicious dog and observing during my time.He is a man who can be relied on and trusted.

I hope Sasha and Alcorn can support each other and rely on each other in this cannibalistic apocalypse. "

Next to the letter was a sharp dagger with the words: "To my beloved daughter Sasha" engraved on it.

Su Mengfan held it tightly in her hand, and found that this dagger was obviously different from the one Hunter gave her before.

It feels heavy, maybe this is the power of love.

Then, after tidying up, they went out to look for Sasha.

(End of this chapter)