Thousands of mountains are always pits

Martha killed her mom.

Since the outbreak of nuclear war, everyone has unfortunately been more or less affected.

Martha didn't know if it was because of the effects of nuclear radiation, she felt that she had become different from before the accident.

The mother mutated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her body became misshapen and distorted. She lost her ability to move and speak. She lay in bed all day and needed to be fed three meals a day.

Oh no, at the beginning there were three meals a day, but then there was a shortage of food, the radiation caused the wheat to mutate, and the animals died one after another. The surviving meat became hard and rough. Some people tried to eat it, and they ran madly on the street After three full days and three nights, he finally died in despair.

Like the non-stop red dancing shoes in the fairy tale book.

Wal-Mart supermarkets in the suburbs have been looted and there are fewer and fewer people alive. The temperature has become unbearable. Motorcycles parked on the asphalt road can almost be melted by the heat emitted from above.

Three meals a day became two meals, and finally only one meal was left.

Martha begins to wonder if her mother is worth living.

She felt that instead of letting her mother live in such pain, it would be better to send her to heaven to live a happy life.

Martha felt that she must have been affected by the radiation.

Her love began to overflow, and she was compassionate every day, so that every time she saw her family, she had the urge to send them to see God.

After all, she loved them so much that she didn't want to live in a hellish reality with them.

So she found a hemp rope, put it around her mother's neck, and strangled her—she was strong and fast, and she didn't suffer too much pain.

After all, she loves her mother so much.

Martha thought she had done a great thing.

Later she picked up a revolver | pistol - from a madman.

This person's appearance didn't matter, but his violent tendencies became more and more serious. He had already killed several people on the street with this gun, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and ended his life with a single shot.

Fortunately, when Martha picked up the revolver|pistol, she also found a magazine.

Five rounds, not much, but enough to end the lives of Dad and brother with one shot.

Her father became mentally handicapped and would run away from home every now and then, so she had to spend her precious time looking for food looking for her father.

The older brother is sane, but he has lost the ability to read, write and speak, and is obsessed with eating dead bodies.

This is hell.

Sending your beloved to heaven is a matter of course.

Martha's hand was steady, and she felt a little regretful that she didn't end her mother's life with this pistol.

Martha felt that her life was a punishment for ending the lives of her family with her own hands.

There is less and less food, and there are almost no people on the street.

The wind and sand that can overturn the car at any time is sucking the survivors into the storm every day and throwing them into the hole-like sky.

Martha decided to leave this town—after all, she was no longer lovable, and most importantly, she had no food.

The instinct of survival and penance made her decide to stay away from here.

As for the destination, she didn't know.

To live is to practice penance.

When Martha left, she didn't know why and set the church on fire—the place was so hopeless that it was better for her beloved God not to come down.

Wandering, wandering.

Crash, collapse.

Occasionally met other people during the journey, they just met each other, and after a simple exchange of items, they separated without saying a word and continued to wander.

No desire to rob, no desire to end someone, no desire to love.

Life becomes precious in silence, and humanity maintains the bottom line in loss.

Martha meets Faye at a candy store.

is a beautiful blonde girl.Unlike her, she has black hair when she speaks, and she has oriental blood. Her facial features are not three-dimensional, but she has some small European freckles.

But Faye's blond hair reminded her of the long-lost sun covered by wind and sand, while her green eyes reminded her of long-withered plants.

Martha felt powerful jealousy at this moment.

Faye has a color that matches nature, and if Faye is an angel, then Martha is a devil wandering in hell.

"Why are you following me?"

Martha was a little annoyed, she was used to acting alone, and she couldn't accept angels dangling in front of her eyes all day.

"Because I'm going to rob you of food." Faye blinked and said words that were completely opposite to his expression.

"I have a gun."

"You can't hit me." Faye laughed. "Your hand is not stable at all. Your arm can't bear its recoil. You can't hide it. After all, my father was a soldier when he was alive."

Martha pursed her lips.What she said was true.

When she killed her father, the recoil almost shattered her arm, and the first bullet was wasted like this. She waited for a long time before adjusting the angle and killing her father.

She was right, one bullet solved it.No refills.

"What about your father?"

"Killed by me." Faye laughed. "An adult male eats too much. He has lost his mind and will not live long."

"You devil." Martha didn't know who she was really evaluating.

"No, I did it out of love for him." Faye tilted his head, "Love and reason are actually the same thing. You see, I love the food in your hand, so reason tells me that I should follow you."

Martha was noncommittal.

She felt that her logical ability was fading... However, she was not sure, after all, she didn't quite remember what it was like to be logical.

The effects of radiation on the human body are deepening every day.

So Faye followed suit.

The two wandered together.

Every day, Faye would try his best to hunt and kill Martha, but Martha hid him every time...Later, Martha discovered that although Faye had bad intentions, they could find more food when they separated.

The two have turned from competitors to collaborators.

The fighting stopped.

Calm, calm.

Wandering, wandering.

No one can tell when the relationship will change.

Sometimes negative emotions such as love, friendship, family affection, or hostility are actually just a thing in the boundless loneliness.

The two came to a farm.

Martha looked at the endless chapped land, no people, no plants, not even buildings.

The windmill was spinning wildly under the howling wind.

At that moment, Martha looked at Faye not far away and thought:

I should be inseparable from this person.

Why should such a beautiful angel wander in hell?

Faye should belong in heaven.

There's no famine, no mutated monsters, no damn endless despair.

An emotion called love gripped Martha's body, causing her to find the revolver, unbolt it, and calmly aim it at Faye.

Martha knew she should angle it slightly downward.

Because the recoil would cause her to tilt the muzzle up uncontrollably.

But she didn't move, but directly pulled the trigger.

"Look, I said you can't hit me." Faye turned around and smiled brightly.

She took out a pocket knife from nowhere and threw it at Martha.

Perennial sensitivity made Martha make a contorted movement—dodge.

But she saw the killing intent in Faye's eyes.

For some reason, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Still wandering, wandering.

Find supplies, kill those people or animals that have begun to mutate to chase people, meet other wanderers, exchange information or supplies, leave, and continue on the road.

It's just that every day when she opens her eyes, Martha will go through her plan of how to kill Faye today in her mind.

Then when I start, I don't know why I always stagger some things.

Maybe I love her.

Maybe she loves me.

Every day before Faye falls asleep, he and Martha will embrace, kiss, and make primitive and ambiguous sounds.

"Do you love me?"

"Love."

"How much love?"

"The kind of love that wants to kill you."

"Then do you hate me?"

"hatred."

"How much hate?"

"The hate that wants to keep you in hell with me."

So Faye went to sleep with satisfaction, waiting for Martha to call her to open her eyes the next day in the way of death.