How to survive in the wasteland of human cubs

Yan Bubu hurried on the dark street.

He was very reluctant to use the flashlight to illuminate both sides, for fear of illuminating the dead people on the ruins, but he had to look all the way past, hoping to find a pharmacy.

The streets here are even more difficult to walk, there are rolling stones everywhere, he has to hold the flashlight in his mouth, and climb over those hills with his hands and feet.

"I'm... Binunu, a little chubby... Binunu..."

His palms were wet with cold sweat, and he couldn't even hold the flashlight. Yan Bubu sang softly to strengthen his courage, and the white light shone through the dilapidated window lattices and the cold and hard brick walls.

Where the light shines, you can occasionally see exposed limbs under the stones. In one of the rooms, a corpse may be stuck, maintaining a standing posture, and looking at Yan Bubu from the never-collapsed door frame .

Yan Bubu's voice stopped abruptly, and he quickly removed the flashlight after a few seconds, making a whimper-like inhalation sound.

He just stood there and took several breaths before dragging his trembling legs to move forward.

After a while, the trembling humming sounded again.

"...Binunu, I am not afraid, not afraid of death, Binunu who is looking for medicine..."

The flashlight stayed on half of the billboard on the street, and Yan Bubu stopped.

Although the houses have collapsed and the street has changed, he still recognizes the signboard with candy.His mother took him to this store, and as long as he climbed over the stone pile in front, there was a pharmacy on the right.

Yan Bubu regained his energy and quickened his pace, but when he got to the bottom of the stone pile, he stopped moving again.

On both sides of the stone pile were concrete slabs with steel bars exposed, stacked so high that he couldn't climb over it, and in the only path that could pass, there was a corpse lying face down.

If you want to pass through here, you must step on the corpse.

Yan Bubu took a step back timidly, and after a moment of hesitation, he took another step forward.

Then go back and go forward.

In the end, he didn't retreat at last, and walked to the side of the corpse in one go.

There was a big hole in the neck of the corpse, and under the light of the pale flashlight, it showed a solid black circle.

Yan Bubu was very scared, he really wanted to turn around and leave, he kept running until he reached the young master.But he was even more afraid that the young master had no medicine, so he died like that and went to the sky.

Although the sky is very lively now, Yan Bubu doesn't want everyone to go to the sky, and only himself will be left in the end.

He failed to keep his mother, but he must keep the young master.

"You, hello, may I step on you? By the way, you can't talk now." Yan Bubu asked in a trembling voice, looked around, and continued to speak softly: "Then don't be angry, I really can't go anywhere else."

A gust of wind blows, and somewhere a plastic bag spins on the ground, making a rustling sound.A cat that had survived the catastrophe was sitting not far away, its eyes were shining.

"Maomao, can you come and accompany me?" Yan Bubu begged.

The cat lazily got up and walked away without looking back.

Yan Bubu took a deep breath, and finally raised one foot tremblingly, and stepped on the corpse's leg.

He supported the stone beside him, walked forward with a pale face, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a little heavy, I shouldn't eat too much, I'm sorry..."

After finally passing the stone pile, Yan Bubu breathed heavily and continued to walk forward.He walked fast, but his body was very stiff, and he tripped over a rock and fell hard on the ground, and the flashlight rolled out.

The fall was heavy, and it took him a long time to recover, but he didn't get up immediately, and just lay there motionless.

A gust of wind blew away a low whimper: "Mom..."

Yan Bubu finally got up, picked up the flashlight, and limped towards the pharmacy.

There were several shops along the road, and there were people rummaging through the ruins. What surprised him even more was that the pharmacy didn't collapse, and the door was still wide open.

He walked to the door and saw an adult inside, with a flashlight on, throwing bottles of medicine on the shelf into the cart.

"uncle."

The man froze for a moment, turned around and shone a flashlight on Yan Bubu, and he was obviously relieved when he saw that it was a child.

Yan Bubu was blinded by the flashlight, but asked expectantly, "Uncle, are you a doctor?"

The man ignored him, turned around and continued to take the medicine.

"Uncle, are you a doctor? My brother is sick."

The man said without looking back, "No."

Disappointment appeared in Yan Bubu's eyes, but he continued, "Then can you give me some medicine?"

"Go, go, go to other places, don't block here." The man scolded.

Yan Bubu flinched, but thinking of Feng Chen who was sick, he said again: "Uncle, can you give me some medicine? My brother is very sick."

The man finally turned his head, picked up two bottles of medicine from the cart and threw them to him: "Okay, okay, take the medicine and go quickly."

Yan Bubu took the medicine in a hurry, thanked him and left.

He didn't go back immediately, but walked diagonally opposite.

Opposite the pharmacy was a bakery that baked delicious bread, and he wanted to look for it, if only he could find a loaf or two.

You can't just take medicine when you are sick, you have to eat to get better quickly.

The bakery had collapsed. He pulled the stones, and finally found a bag of bread, which was sealed in a transparent food bag and was a little crushed.

"Ha!" Yan Bubu happily picked up the bread, blowing the dust on the wrapping paper.

Leng Buding stretched out a hand beside him, and took the bag of bread away.

Yan Bubu looked over in astonishment, and saw a fat boy who was taller than him, holding the bread in his arms, turned around and was about to leave.

"What are you doing? I found this." Yan Bubu rushed over to grab the bread, but he was much smaller than the fat boy, and was pushed backhanded and staggered, sitting on the ground.

"Obviously I found it." The fat boy was about to leave, Yan Bubu yelled at him angrily, took two more steps, and bumped into his back.

The bread drew an arc in the air and landed on the rubble. The fat boy knelt down on the ground unsteadily, his knees slamming heavily on the stone, and he burst into tears.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" A woman hurriedly ran beside her, and helped the fat boy up with distress.

The fat boy cried and pointed at Yan Bubu: "He beat me and even robbed me of my bread."

"I didn't beat him, and I didn't grab his bread." Yan Bubu defended.

The woman glanced at the bread on the ground and said aggressively, "My son never beats others, don't think I didn't see it, but you grabbed his bread and beat him."

"I don't have it. I found the bread." Yan Bubu pouted, squatting down to pick up the bread on the ground.

But the woman came over and shouted: "Let go, return the bread to my son."

Yan Bubu held the bread in his arms, and the woman reached out to snatch it, Yan Bubu curled up to protect the bread, and the woman went to pinch his arm.

There was a heart-rending pain in his arm, and Yan Bubu bit his wrist sideways.

"Ah!" The woman screamed, retracted her hand, and said angrily, "You still bite people? You wild child, who has no tutor, still bites people?"

Yan Bubu hugged the bread and didn't speak, maintaining the posture of protecting the bread, and didn't get up.

Someone looked here not far away, the woman was too embarrassed to continue fighting for a piece of bread, she turned around angrily, dragged the fat boy away, and said, "It's just a broken bread, we don't want it anymore, your dad just found it Half a bag of flour, I'll make dumplings for you later, don't bother with this kind of wild child who has no father or mother."

The fat boy was dragged away by the woman, still a little bit reluctant to part with the bread, and looked back frequently.

Yan Bubu just squatted motionless, until the woman's angry voice disappeared at the end of the street, and then slowly stood up.

When he returned from the original road, several thunders suddenly sounded in the sky, and then it began to rain heavily.Raindrops fell from the dark sky, washing away the ruined walls, and the muddy water soon flowed everywhere.

The light of the flashlight could not penetrate the rain curtain, Yan Bubu staggered back, fell down from time to time, and rolled like a mud monkey.

He was not as afraid of the dead as before. After stepping on the corpse while apologizing, he went to the side to find a few cardboard boxes and covered the corpse.

The shop that was still burning was about to be doused by the rain, billowing black smoke.When he passed by in a hurry, he could see Feng Chen leaning against the broken wall from a long distance, his figure was sometimes bright and sometimes dark by the remnant firelight.

Feng Chen was not tall, and his head was lowered due to lethargy, but Yan Bubu just watched from a distance, and the panic in his heart was dispelled, and suddenly he was not so afraid.

He ran to Feng Chen in the rain, and saw that his whole body was also soaked by the rain, and his wet hair drooped down, covering his forehead.

"Young master, young master." Yan Bubu called out out of breath.

Feng Chen didn't respond, his face was astonishingly pale, Yan Bubu subconsciously held his breath, and slowly stretched his fingers forward, putting them on his shoulders.

The cloth under his fingers was soaked cold by the rain, and Yan Bubu's heart became more and more frightened.

Feng Chen moved his fingers at this moment, raised his head slightly, and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

Because of the fever, Feng Chen's eyes were red, his jet-black hair drooped between his eyebrows, his rain-stained cheeks were bloodless.

But Yan Bubu's heart finally fell back, his eyes were a little hot, and he hurriedly took out the medicine bottle in his breast pocket: "Master, I found medicine for you, you won't be sick after taking the medicine."

Boom!

Bright lightning illuminated the sky and the earth, and a thunderclap rang in my ears.Yan Bubu trembled in fright, and the medicine bottle fell back into his pocket.

"Also, let's find a place to hide from the rain first."

When Yan Bubu went out just now, he saw a bus platform in front of him that hadn't collapsed, so he could go there to take shelter.

He went to carry the backpack first, but the backpack was too heavy, and he fell back as soon as he put it on, pulling him like a turtle and turning over on the ground several times.

He had no choice but to put down his backpack and help Feng Chen: "We don't get caught in the rain here, let's go to the front."

Feng Chen was supported by him to walk forward in a daze, most of the weight of his body was on him.Yan Bubu was pressed so that his body leaned to the side, and he tried his best to support it. His thin neck was stretched forward, and there were bulging veins on it.

In the heavy rain, the two of them walked forward staggeringly, taking advantage of the faint firelight nearby.

Yan Bubu's sight was blocked by the rain, and he couldn't move his hand, so he shook his head like a puppy to shake the rain off his face.

Finally arrived at the bus stop, Yan Bubu supported Feng Chen to sit on the bench, and then ran back to the rain screen to get his backpack and cloth bag.

When he returned to the bus station, he saw that Feng Chen was a little more awake, leaning on the back of the seat and looking at him, ignoring the rain still dripping down his hair, so he went to take out the medicine bottle.

Although the temperature has not been low these past few days, the rain-drenched clothes are still cold on his body. He shivered and said, "Young master, take, take medicine."

Feng Chen's eyes stayed on the medicine bottle for a moment, then slowly moved away, and looked at Yan Bubu who was covered with muddy water, his lips moved silently.

Yan Bubu unscrewed the medicine cap and poured the medicine, muttering in his mouth: "I, how many pills did I take when I was sick last time? It seems to be, it seems to be one big white, two small whites, and one small yellow. But , but this is a long strip, how many should I eat? It is about the same size as Dabai, so it should be one..."

He brought the medicine and water to Feng Chen's mouth together: "If you drink the medicine, you won't have a fever, and your illness will be cured."

Feng Chen glanced at the medicine bottles next to him again, the names of the medicines on them were very clear, one bottle was stomach-strengthening and digestion medicine, and the other was vitamin C.

"It's not bitter, you just, you just hold your head up, look, like this, swallow it all at once."

Seeing that Feng Chen didn't open his mouth, Yan Bubu thought Feng Chen was afraid of suffering, so while comforting him, he raised his neck and taught him how to drink the medicine.

Feng Chen looked down at the medicine by his mouth, and the hand holding the bottle cap.

The child's hand was originally white and tender, with four small dimples on the back of the hand, but now the hand was trembling, the nails were covered with mud, and there were cut bloodstains on the knuckles.

"Ah—" Yan Bubu looked at him eagerly and opened his mouth.

Feng Chen's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his mouth slightly. Yan Bubu quickly poured the medicine in, and then gave him water: "Quick, drink water and wash it down, don't spit it out."

After Feng Chen finished drinking the medicine, Yan Bubu put the medicine bottle into his backpack, squatted down in front of Feng Chen again, observed him for a moment, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Feng Chen nodded his head almost invisible.