How to survive in the wasteland of human cubs

After washing and resting, the two set off again. As they gradually entered the central area, there were more and more survivors, but the tragic situation after the earthquake became more and more shocking.

The streets were full of smashed-up cars, burned down to their frames.A derailed high-speed train pierced through the high-rise building in front of it. The body was twisted and deformed. Several sections fell to the ground, and two sections were still hanging outside the building.

There were corpses everywhere, lying bloody on the street, or a pale limb protruding from under the masonry.There was a collapsed office, because it was crowded with business people during the earthquake, and the dead bodies overlapped.

This is only what can be seen. Under the ruins that cannot be seen, there will only be more people buried.

Yan Bubu was very quiet all the way, without making a sound, but the hand that was holding Feng Chen was cold and trembling all the time.

When they passed half of the crumbling broken wall, a black shadow suddenly hung down from the open window, blocking in front of the two of them.

It was a woman hanging upside down, her neck was pulled very long because of a broken neck bone, her black hair fluttered in the air, jet-black blood flowed from her mouth, slipped over the sides of her nose, and dripped down her hair. on the ground.

Yan Bubu was facing the woman's dull eyes, his heartbeat seemed to have stopped, his blood was no longer flowing, and his mind was completely empty.

He heard Feng Chen urging him to go quickly, but he didn't know how to walk anymore, Feng Chen held his armpits and lifted them aside, his legs dragged on the ground like wooden sticks.

A little farther away from the wall, Yan Bubu opened his mouth slightly, he was too scared to make a sound, Feng Chen patted his face hoarsely: "Hey, Yan Bubu, hello, talk."

Yan Bubu slowly turned his eyes to look at Feng Chen, then turned around and hugged his waist tightly, his teeth chattering.

Feng Chen hesitated for a while, but didn't push the person away, raised his hand and patted Yan Bubu's shoulder twice.

After a while, the two continued to move forward. Feng Chen didn't want to relive the scene where he and the dead body were facing each other, so he always kept an eye on his surroundings and constantly adjusted his route.When encountering an unavoidable situation, he ordered Yan Bubu to close his eyes, clamped the person under his armpit, and hurriedly left that section before putting him down.

As the residential area gradually increased, more and more people rescued from the ruins.

Now is the best time to rescue survivors. On the ruins of some residential areas, some people called out the names of their relatives and used steel bars to pry open those not too big cement slabs.Because the whole city was cut off, gas lamps were placed on the nearby rocks if the conditions were good, and a few more candles were lit if the conditions were not good.

"Okay, come out, be careful."

Cheers came from the front right, and Yan Bubu saw someone being carried out from under the rubble, but his right knee was bloody and the bottom of his trousers was empty.

"Do you have a styptic needle... for pain relief... find a rope and tie it to the cut first... no, too much blood..."

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, attached to the mucous membrane of the nasal cavity, it was so sticky that it was suffocating.Yan Bubu was dragged forward by Feng Chen, although he was afraid, he couldn't help turning his head to look at that person frequently, wondering if he would die.

"...help...help..."

Yan Bubu froze for a moment, as if he heard a slight cry for help.

Feng Chen obviously heard it too. He stepped on the gravel and walked to the right, and removed a door panel, revealing a middle-aged man lying in the gap below.

"Save...save..." The middle-aged man was pressed down by a plank from the waist down.

Feng Chen stood on top of his head, supported his armpits with both hands and dragged him out, but he didn't.

"Stuck... stuck." The middle-aged man said weakly.

Feng Chen straightened up and looked around, trying to find a suitable tool, but there was a rattling sound behind him.He turned around and saw that Yan Bubu had found a steel rod from nowhere, which was longer than his height, and was struggling to drag it over.

"Master, here it is."

Feng Chen took the steel bar and started to pry the mud bricks and rocks on the board.The boy who had just started to grow tall had only a thin layer of muscle attached to his arm, and when he exerted himself, he raised his arms slightly, and his smooth lines were faintly visible under his shirt.

The masonry was quickly cleared away, but Feng Chen found that one end of the plank was crushed to death, and there was no way to move it manually except by using machinery.

The middle-aged man lying in the gap, his eyes were slack, his face was gray, and he muttered: "Water..."

"Master, he wants to drink water." Yan Bubu said beside him.

Feng Chen panted, and ordered: "There is still water in the backpack, give him the half bottle."

Yan Bubu quickly took out half a bottle of water and carefully fed it to the middle-aged man, while Feng Chen used a steel bar to dig the stones under him.Since he couldn't pry it, he simply dug deeper and dragged the person out.

Yan Bubu knelt on the ground, holding the bottle with both hands, and after feeding the middle-aged man a few sips of water, he suddenly asked, "Uncle, why don't you drink it?"

Feng Chen paused, stopped digging, turned sideways to look at the middle-aged man's face, and stretched out a finger to rest on the side of his neck.

After a few moments, he threw the steel bar in his hand aside.The steel bar was clanging and rolling, Yan Bubu was startled and looked up at him.

"Let's go." Feng Chen stood up.

Yan Bubu was still in the posture of feeding water, and asked in amazement: "Then what about this uncle?"

Feng Chen said lightly: "He is already dead."

"Ah! But he was still drinking water just now, how could he have died?"

Feng Chen didn't make a sound, picked up a black plastic bag, turned around and covered the middle-aged man's face, fearing that it would be blown away by the wind, he pressed a few small stones on the edge.

After finishing all these, he saw that Yan Bubu was still standing there blankly, so he asked, "Aren't you leaving?" After speaking, he turned and walked forward.

Yan Bubu came back to his senses and quickly chased after him.

This road is a commercial street, Yan Bubu consciously stuffed his hand into Feng Chen's palm, and tightly grasped one of his fingers.

After a while, Yan Bubu, who lowered his head, suddenly said, "Master."

"Ah."

"Will that uncle go to the sky just now?"

After a moment of silence, Feng Chen replied: "Yes."

"Then the dead people we saw on the road, have all gone to heaven?"

Feng Chen looked down at Yan Bubu.

Because he lowered his head, he could only see the top of his hair, and the messy and curly hair looked very soft.

"Ah."

Yan Bubu walked quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "Master, you are so kind."

Feng Chen ignored him, and he continued on his own: "I like you so much, I want to be with you and serve you all the time."

Feng Chen was usually most afraid of listening to him say these nasty words, he just felt goose bumps all over his body, so he frowned and said, "Stop talking."

"why?"

Feng Chen said, "It's annoying to listen to."

"But mother likes to hear me say that best."

"I'm not your mother."

Yan Bubu didn't say anything more, after a moment of silence, he still whispered: "Then don't leave me behind."

Feng Chen didn't pay attention to his words, he just raised his hand to touch his forehead, and frowned tightly.

After walking like this for a while, Yan Bubu gradually realized that something was wrong with Feng Chen.His hands were getting hotter and hotter, and his walking speed was getting slower and slower. Even though there were no stones under his feet, he still almost fell down.

Yan Bubu couldn't help looking up, and saw that he seemed to be falling asleep, with his eyes closed as he walked.

"Master, there is a rock here." Seeing that Feng Chen was about to hit the rock, Yan Bubu quickly grabbed him.

Feng Chen tried his best to open his eyes and bypassed the stone.

Yan Bubu led him forward, and when he looked up again, he saw that his eyes were closed again, and his body swayed and fell to the left.

"Young master, young master, don't fall." Yan Bubu firmly held his arm to stabilize him.

Feng Chen raised his hand to support the brick wall next to him, panting: "Find a place, rest, rest for a while."

Yan Bubu looked left and right, found the nearest flat stone, put Feng Chen's hand on his shoulder, and helped him walk there.

Most of Feng Chen's body was pressed against Yan Bubu's body. Even though the distance was only a dozen or so short steps, the two staggered and walked with great difficulty.

"Are you tired? Move your feet, just take a few more steps."

Yan Bubu helped Feng Chen to sit on the rock, but just as he let go, Feng Chen fell sideways.He quickly supported the man, letting his head rest on his body.

"Master, are you tired from walking and want to sleep?"

Feng Chen didn't respond, Yan Bubu stretched out his head to look at him.

There was a shop burning in the front right, and the flames illuminated Feng Chen's face, his face was flushed abnormally, and his lips were also dry and cracked.

"Are you sick?" Yan Bubu imitated his mother's usual movements when he was sick, and used the back of his hand to touch Feng Chen's forehead, and then to his own, "It's so hot, you're sick."

Feng Chen had already fallen into a semi-consciousness, he only moved his lower lip, but he couldn't make any sound.

Yan Bubu knew that he needed injections, medicine, and a doctor when he was sick, but where could he find a doctor now?

He took off Feng Chen's backpack, took out the bottle of water, bit the cap with his big teeth, and unscrewed it little by little.

"Young master, drink water." He brought water to Feng Chen's mouth and carefully fed it.

Feng Chen closed his eyes tightly, the water fed into his mouth trickled out from the corner of his mouth again.

Yan Bubu slowly squatted in front of him, looked up at him, and begged softly after a long while: "Master, don't sleep, wake up."

Feng Chen's drooping eyelashes trembled, his eyelids opened slightly, he stared at Yan Bubu in a daze for two seconds, and then closed them again.

Yan Bubu looked at him in bewilderment, and leaned over to touch his forehead.

Feng Chen's forehead was even hotter than before, even the breath he exhaled was hot, hitting Yan Bubu's face, as if trying to burn his skin.

"What should I do? What should I do? No, I need to find medicine and food for him." Yan Bubu murmured.

He looked left and right, but he didn't see anyone. Not far away, the shop was still burning, and further away, it was plunged into darkness.

"Young master, just sit here and wait for me. Be obedient and don't run around. I'll go find medicine and food for you."

After Yan Bubu said this, he ran out, turned around after running a few steps, picked up the backpack and stuffed it behind Feng Chen's waist, and continued to tell: "Don't be afraid, I'll be right back."

He ran out again, until he ran out of the range illuminated by the flames, as if he remembered something, he hesitated and stopped.

Then the wind rolled back and picked up the flashlight.

"Be good, don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."