[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 119: Way To Survive

The sky was no longer lit, and under the dark night, the wind sent the roar of monsters in the distance.

A small pickup truck did not even dare to turn on the headlights and drove cautiously on the road.

The carriage was covered with several layers of thick canvas and had hand-welded metal railings on both sides, and a foul smell permeated the car, which came from a stack of plastic bags of kraft paper wrapped in the corner, from which blood slowly seeped out.

A young stranger glanced at the paper bag in disgust, he touched his empty stomach, and asked in a tangled voice, "Uncle Ma, is the news you inquired about correct?" Can you eat cooked food in the military base? "

"Look at what you said, can there be fewer people in the country? Don't worry about those who don't have fire-based abilities......"

Uncle Zhao is a dark-skinned middle-aged man, very much like doing manual work, with rough palms and thick calluses, he is like the leader of this group, with a smile on his face, but he squats in the safest position in the pickup.

The Adepts, who were too bumpy, sat near the vents and the rear of the car.

They were more or less clothed, even the girls were unkempt, and there were a few mud marks on their cheeks, and they all looked like frightened birds, holding sharp objects in their hands.

Some are knives, some are small half steel bars, and some even have a bottle opener.

They were separated from each other by some distance, and this was the lesson that the experience of the forsaken world had taught them to survive in a difficult way, to be close to others, and to be both of them finished if they were attacked.

The world of forgiveness is full of dangers, and in order to survive, people are forced to rely on the power of the group, but people are more terrible than monsters, and the supernatural ones are wary of each other, and they can't sleep with one eye open.

For most of the Anomalous, this world has no relatives, no friends, no trusted acquaintances—living alone, like primitive people who drink blood.

"On the side of the army, there are not only fire-type abilities, but also water-based abilities!"

Cooked food, clean water, the ability to lie on a soft bed without fear of being attacked by monsters, and paradise on earth is nothing more than that.

The paranormal people on the pickup truck all looked at each other with longing eyes, hoping that the rumors were true, but fearing that the truth would not match them.

"When we went with Uncle Ma, didn't there still be people who didn't believe it, saying that the army had guns in their hands, and no matter how much material reserves they had, they couldn't bring it in, and the soldiers' own rations were not enough, so they didn't care if we lived or died."

Uncle Ma snorted from his nose: "There is no conclusive news, I dare to take you on the highway for most of the day, and run to Haicheng at the risk of being eaten by monsters?" "

"You're always looking ...... the road"

"Put away your crepe words. I can't talk about foresight or anything, but I just saw that group of supernatural people went to Haicheng...... You've seen the guys with the black badges. "

"Black Abyss?" The crowd was amazed.

The abandoned world has been around for a long time, and all kinds of gangs and mutual aid associations have sprung up faster than mushrooms after a rain, but as long as these organizations are a little larger, they will encounter people who "come to the door". Wearing a gold-edged black-background badge, they are of different ages, but they have in common that they know monsters very well, and they can also get some confidential information, which is very popular with small groups of supernatural people.