【Shining】Fallen

The area where the organization is located is located in the middle between Lily of the Valley and Strelitzia, with many hills and mountains, less flat land, and only a few grain-producing areas. Emiya has a headache every day to buy rice and meat, the wounded are wailing, and there is Nightingale who often injures the lightly wounded into serious wounds in his own base. Cu Chulainn once laughed at him for worrying too much every day, and his hair turned gray.

Enkidu's internal injuries healed quickly, while his ankle injuries were slightly more complicated. The torn ligaments caused local soft tissue swelling. The gene editing he had undergone when he was an embryo made his injuries heal quickly.His current residence is a small tent, and the sounds of mechanical work and looming human voices can be heard from outside from time to time. He guesses that this is a hidden gathering place with a small number of people and a narrow range of activities.

On the sixth day, he was able to get off the ground and slowly walk out while leaning on the wall.The faint smell of blood in the wind continued. Since the suppression of the rebellion, the Zazama ushered in the most chaotic period. The remaining administrators forcibly suppressed anyone who behaved suspiciously. The scavengers did not get a day off. The sound of falling to the ground came along the floor tiles, and the homeless man huddled in the corner of the street motionless, unable to tell whether he was dead or not.

Children kept running past him, laughing and rolling in the mud. A middle-aged man beat his old mechanical artificial leg and complained loudly to the cook that his dead son didn't leave him a dime. Impatiently, the cook cut off the shredded meat with tendons and put it in the pot.Going a little further, the tents were scattered on the broken bricks and tiles, and the big pots of cakes were spread out to dry, and the dust raised by the children from running fell on it, accumulating a thin layer of ash.The bloodstains have been cleaned up, and the surviving people hunched their backs to pick and choose among the ruins. The wreckage of the undulating houses has become a children's playground. Every child has a smile on his face, and every adult has a smile on his face. It's all bitterness.

The white sunlight fell on the ground and was absorbed by the dark soil. Cu Chulainn squatted at the intersection of two beams, holding a long thin stick in his hand, and circling it carelessly in the palm of his hand. Surrounded by two or three layers of children with clenched fists and stomping feet, they naughtily whistled "one more and one more".The person next to him was full of anger because he couldn't find food, and wanted to get angry, but because of Cu Chulainn's physique, he swallowed his anger and walked away.

At this moment Robin Hood came over with two big bags of rice and threw them into the kitchen, noticing Enkidu's gaze, he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Today's ration."

Enkidu tilted his head: "All day?"

"what."

"How many people are here?"

"...17."

Enkidu looked at the pitiful two bags of rice, and then at Robin Hood.

Robin Hood paused, "Not for everyone, members of priority organizations."

Enkidu withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention.

Survival in the narrow space is so harsh. Here, people cannot have redundant emotions. Empathy is the most insignificant and must be discarded. You have to get used to dead babies on the side of the road, drowned women, and hanged corpses.Once you have empathy, you can't live. If you don't save someone, self-blame will kill you. If you save someone, life will kill you.

The children bounced and stepped on the inclined cross to play hide-and-seek, while the mother not far away mechanically rummaged through the ruins.In the distance, Enkidu heard the cry, and with the howling wind, it spread to the mid-air and was isolated by the net. The world here is so noisy, but the planet is so silent.

He continued to walk, walking forward slowly, his ankle gradually got used to the strength of his muscles stepping on the ground, and his steps began to become more comfortable.

He saw the cleaning robot rolling around with broken limbs "da da" busy. The scavengers only collect more than [-]% of the complete corpses. The corpses that are too trivial can't be exchanged for money. The stumps are usually handed over by these short robots. Handle it on your behalf.They lined up in an orderly manner to dig out limbs from the ruins and put them into the protein processing factory on the edge of the area. In their settings, severed limbs were the priority procedure, and rotting corpses were prone to cause malaria and plague.

Sometimes Enki would laugh at Hazama's cold humor, even he felt a little absurd-the planet held up the "justice" nameplate to give justice, while setting the supremacy of mechanical humans, while letting the exiles Fend for itself.A few are worthless - everything that happens on this planet speaks to that truth.

The activities of the people on the fringes of the gathering place decreased significantly, and Enkidu felt a little relaxed.There are no human beings, a quiet world where only flowers and animals exist is his utopia. Although this place is not perfect, there is a protein feed processing factory at the end, which destroys the peace that should be there, but it is quiet enough.

Enkidu stayed here quietly for a while, and the tips of his ears moved slightly.He heard footsteps approaching.

Walking from the direction he had come, a figure with a wide black hood covering his face was holding a corpse in his hands.

Is a scavenger.

Enki was very familiar with the corpse, it was an old man with gray hair, who had been dead for more than sixteen hours, his body was stripped to nothing, naked and emaciated, curled up in the arms of a scavenger like a little child middle.

The scavenger holds him and opens the door of the feed production plant. The long conveyor belt continuously and steadily feeds in materials. After passing through a sealed machine, he will be processed into feed for livestock.Here, human and animal corpses are piled together, and the final form of life will be turned into a cycle of offering other things.

Under his broad black brim, the sweeper glanced in his direction.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, it's dangerous to walk around outside."

Enkidu was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

The scavenger stretched out his hand and put down his hood, revealing a dark face. A white-haired young man in black and red clothing under a black cloak walked towards him.

"As our secret weapon, don't let anything happen before you do it." Emiya smiled at him, "What are you doing here?"

Enkidu tilted his head, and a few strands of long hair fell down his porcelain-like profile.

"Nothing," he replied, "no purpose...just wanting to be here."

Emiya smiled and shook her head.

"The strongest weapon is guarding a feed factory in the district. It really makes people afraid to steal things."

"Will someone come here to steal feed?"

"Ah," Emiya replied shortly, and then said after a while, "The feed is usually fed to animals...some people are using it as food recently."

After understanding this sentence, Enkidu's calm face fluctuated slightly.

"……yes."

In the end, that was all he could say.

"..."

Emiya stuffed her hands into her trouser pockets and turned her head away from him.

"That's it," his throat clenched, and he shrugged nonchalantly.

The white sunlight was so hazy that it was almost dazzling, the touch of an old man seemed to remain in Emiya's arms. He had seen too many deaths, and it had become a habit to deal with corpses and clean up the aftermath. To him, death was like the most familiar thing. friend.

In the beginning, it was because of a woman who fell on the side of the road as thin as a stick, her breath would be cut off at any time, but she refused to die all night. In order to let the woman sleep peacefully, the young Emiya promised her "I will definitely find a home for you". After saying this, the woman finally died.

But in the end, Emiya couldn't find any place to return to. The only place to return to was the factory. He wanted to bury the woman, but no inch of land allowed him to do so. As long as he left the grave, someone would secretly dig and steal it Take the corpse and exchange for a few planetary coins.

He walked with her for a long time, until the woman had maggots in her eye sockets, and a man found him.

The man said, let her go.

The young Emiya held her tighter in silence.

The man said, you are trying to fulfill the wish of a dead person, which is meaningless. When you are running for her, there may be more people in this world waiting for your help.You sacrificed the living to save the dead.Look up, there are more people in this world who need your help.

This sentence touched the teenager's heart, and he cried as he sent the woman into the conveyor belt, picked up the knife instead, and dreamed of becoming a "companion of justice".

But at that time, Emiya was too young to understand the rules of survival in the narrow space. There was no need for help here, and the exiles never asked for help. They would only scream for life or curse for death.

So Emiya stretched out her hand countless times, and retracted it countless times.

No one expected what he did, and in the end, all he could be was a scavenger for the dead to return to.