Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 160 Purification

The girl took the food and watched them leave before curling up in a ball on the hard floor.

The old man made himself more comfortable before closing his eyes and trying to take a nap.

But the effort was in vain, and he wondered again if he had brought the plague in himself to a healthy station.

The girl couldn't sleep for a long time.

"Thank you. I thought you were that kind of person, like him." She began to speak.

"I don't think there are people like him," the old man responded.

"Are you friends?"

"The two of us are like a fish with a shark attached. And your little boyfriend is more like a wolf, but he hasn't grown up yet." He smiled wryly, thinking of himself.

The fact comes to mind: the hunters devoured people, but human blood was also splashed on Homer, since he was standing by his side.

Sasha did not refute Homer's words, but she was still a little happy that she could be recognized by others.

Then he half raised his body and asked, "How do you say?"

"Wherever he goes, I will follow. I don't think I can do without him, but for him...maybe, he thinks I can purify him. Although in fact, no one knows what he is thinking."

"Then why can't you leave him?" The girl sat closer to him.

"I think when I'm with him, I'll always be inspired. Inspiration—its root is 'breathe'." Homer frowned.

But Sasha still didn't quite understand, so she confirmed it again.

"Why do you need to inhale like this? What does it do for you?"

Homer shrugged.

"It's not what we breathe out, it's what excites us, what's produced in us," he replied.

"I think when you smell the breath of death, no one will touch your lips again. People are afraid of the smell of corpses." Sasha scratched something on the dirty floor.

"When you see death, you think about many things." Homer said casually.

"You can't call death every time you want to think, you have no right to do that," she retorted.

"Death was not summoned by me. I just stood beside death, but the essence is not in death...not just in death."

The old man also retorted, "I hope that what happens to me can change everything. I want a new stage to come, and I want something to happen in my life that will shock me...and then my memory will be emptied."

"Have you ever had a bad life experience?" the girl asked with concern.

"My life used to be very empty and monotonous. You know, every day is the same as the next, and it keeps repeating. Time flies like an arrow. It seems that the last day of life is not far away." Homer tried hard to explain.

"Nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about. That kind of life where every day is filled with all kinds of trivial things, and when one thing is done, one catches one's breath, and then starts to rush about another.

As for those important things, there is neither strength nor time to do them.

You think about it - nothing is done and tomorrow comes.In fact, tomorrow will never exist, and it will always be an endless today. "

"Have you been to many stations?" Sasha seemed to have completely ignored what Homer said just now, and asked herself.

"I don't know," he replied awkwardly, "maybe all the stations."

"I've only been to two." The girl took a deep breath. "At first my father and I lived at the Automobile Works Station, and then we were driven to Kolomna Station. I always look forward to even going to one more station to see a look."

"It's weird here." She scanned the row of arches with her eyes.

"It's like there are thousands of entrances, and there are no walls between the entrances. All the entrances are open to me, but I don't want to come here. It's strange."

"What happened to your father? That is, the second..." Homer hesitated to say, "He was killed?"

The girl hid in her little shell again, and was silent for a long time before answering:

"Yes."

"Come with us." The old man said with certainty.

"I'll talk to the hunter and he'll agree. I'll tell him I need you for... and you can see that Alcorn knows Hunter very well." He spread his hands, not knowing how to say The girl explained that now he needs her to inspire his creation.

"I can see it, but I'm kind of scared he's going to be like that." She said it over Homer's last word.

She jumped onto the platform and staggered off the rail car, looking at each column as she walked.

Homer couldn't sleep anyway.

Although he replaced the stifling black gas mask he had seized from someone else's head and put on a light marching mask, he still had difficulty breathing and felt a headband tightening around his head.

Homer left all his old belongings in the tunnel, but left a small piece of gray soap to shave his hands clean.

After washing the mud off his hands with moldy water from an oil drum, he decided to wear only the white protective mask forever.

What else could he do to ensure the safety of those around him?

There is nothing left to do.

Now, even if he walked out of here and walked into the tunnel, it would not help him to become a pile of musty rags.

But the approach of death unexpectedly brought him back more than 20 years ago, to the period when he had just lost the person he loved.

This gave his plan fresh, real thought.

If Homer had the ability, he would erect a monument to them.A monument is enough for them.

They came to this world at different times, but left this world on the same day of the same year: his wife, his children, his parents.

There are also his classmates, friends from school, his favorite movie actors and singers, all of whom are still at work that day, or have returned home, or are stuck in traffic jams.

Those who died instantly.

And those who tried to survive a few more days in the poisoned and almost ruined capital, knocking on the sealed doors of the subway with their weak bodies.

Those near the center of the nuclear explosion were instantly reduced to ashes.

And those who swelled and then were torn alive by nuclear radiation.

The scouts were the first to go up to the ground, and when they returned to the station after their mission, they couldn't sleep for days and nights.

Homer had talked to them by the campfire at some transfer stations.

Homer looked into their eyes, and in it he saw the imprint of the street that had been there forever, like a frozen river full of dead fish.

Thousands of dead passengers filled the streets of Moscow in dead cars.

Corpses are everywhere.

The new owners of the city haven't moved in yet, and no one is going to clean them up.

The scouts didn't want to make too much effort, they just walked around the school and kindergarten at a distance, but even the occasional sight through the dusty glass of the eyes of the dead man in the back seat of the family car was enough to scare them. Dazed.

(End of this chapter)