Abai

Chapter 1

Chapter1

I lay dying in a corner, my breathing was weak, and the blood flowed slowly from the hideous wound, slowly taking away my anger mercilessly.

Surrounded by a long-abandoned factory area, the buildings collapsed, weeds were overgrown, and the air was filled with decaying fine dust. It was noon at this time, and the sunlight struggled to shine in through the gaps in the buildings, which was very gloomy.

There is no human habitation here, it is desolate and silent.

it hurts.

will i die?

Consciousness gradually blurred.

A short but thrilling life, like a fleeting cloud, drifts slowly and undeniably before your eyes.

Something cool trickled down from his eyes.

I don't want to die...

"...Will you shed tears too?" At the last moment before falling into darkness, it seemed to hear the voice of a doubtful boy say.

In the midst of chaos, there seemed to be light.

I fluttered my eyelashes and opened my eyes.

First I saw a pair of hands, well-boned and long-fingered, dealing with my wounds.

who?I was slightly taken aback, looking along my arms and shoulders.

A very warm and strange boy, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with soft brows and eyes, and a smile on his lips.

He was bandaging me with his head down, his eyelashes drooping, his knuckles flying like a painting.

When he realized I was awake, he smiled at me with his lips curled up.

I stayed.

So lovely.

It seems that the flowers are all in bloom.

The exhaustion of fleeing for days and excessive blood loss made me feel dazed, and I forgot the defenses I dared not let go of in the past.

"Get well soon." The boy finished the bandage and gently stroked my back.

I shuddered slightly.

This place is warmer and more comfortable than any place I have stayed in before. My mind was in a mess and I couldn't think of anything. Surrounded by the refreshing smell of medicine and the warm house, I fell into a dazed sleep.

be on guard.

When I woke up again, these two words flashed through my mind.

The injured body was still unable to move, I turned my head to look left and right, and took stock of the environment I was in.

Here is a well-kept hut, simple, dry, warm, and sheltered from wind and rain.

I lay on the floor on the left side of the cabin.

Never stayed in such a nice place.

It seems that the boy is doing well.

In the bleak and rainy last days, there are ruined and well-preserved houses everywhere, which are the residences of the strong.

Just as he was in a daze, the door was pushed open with a "squeak", and the boy walked in.

At this time, I saw the young man's slender and thin body under the gentle face, which contained a faint power of thin hair.

Seeing me awake, he smiled happily and walked over without saying a word.

I stiffened slightly.

I can't move now—can't fight, can't run.

After the end of the world, when people see me and my friends, they will kill us.

Flee, hunt, kill.

It's just me.

What is he going to do without saying a word?

I looked at him a little apprehensively.

"Huh?" He stretched out his hand, touched my slightly trembling body, paused, and looked up at me.

"Don't be afraid," he said, and continued with his hands.

It turned out to be to change the bandage for me.

There is a skylight on the wall on the right side of the hut, and the sun shines in in bunches. It is still so warm in the last days, as if it is completely unaffected.

The boy squatted down, lowered his head slightly, with a serious expression, his slender fingers fluttered, and put on a new bandage for me.

The eyelashes are long, and the eyebrows are clear and handsome.

So gentle.

It's noon.

The young man dug out an oil-paper package from the bottom of an old mottled box, and opened it carefully. The bottom of the box was like a treasure, and it turned out to be a few hard steamed buns.

Food in the last days is extremely scarce.

I shivered for no reason.

The young man was a little out of his mind, he scooped a glass of water from the water tank with a hole in the house, and began to eat in small sips with the cold water.

I was also hungry, hungry, lying on the floor and watching him eat helplessly.

While eating, he looked at me from time to time, but he didn't understand my eyes at all.

Just take me a bite.

My stomach is rumbling.

Hearing the sudden sound of his belly in the room, the young man was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at me, and suddenly patted his forehead with his left hand: "I almost forgot."

"But, I've never raised one..." He muttered, finished the last bit of steamed bun, got up and came to me, "What do you eat?"

Without waiting for my answer, he opened the door and walked out.

After a while, he brought food and fed me mouthful in front of me.

Look gentle.

I suddenly felt a little shy.

Chapter2

My injury is getting better.

During the period of recuperation, the young man took good care of me.

The body can already move, but it cannot walk around at will.

I was alone in the hut, a little stuffy, lying on the floor and tossing and turning.

Every morning, the boy had to go out, and when he came back at noon, his body would smell rotten and bloody, and it was the same in the afternoon.

I guess he's out hunting those horrible monsters.

In the past few years of fleeing, I have seen monsters like that many times—they have rotting bodies, terrifying appearances, diverse species, and no mind, bloodthirsty and brutal, and extremely destructive.The most important thing is that no matter whether it is a human or an animal, once the artery is bitten by these monsters until it sees blood, it will mutate into the same terrifying monster.

People call this kind of monster—zombie.

Sometimes teenagers even get hurt.

But even if he himself was injured, he still had a warm face, and he didn't care about dressing up at will.

I was the only one screaming in a hurry.

At this time, the boy would turn his head and look at me. Although he didn't say anything, his expression said: "Stop barking."

I'm a little depressed.

While I was worried and didn't know what to do, I thought he was so handsome.

I really hope I get better soon.

That way you can help him as much as you can.

Thinking wildly like this until noon, the boy came back.

It was rotten and bloody again. Fortunately, he was not injured this time.

I breathed a sigh of relief and watched him change his stained clothes, sit on the small bed, take out a dagger covered with rot and blood, and wipe it carefully and meticulously.

I knew it was his weapon, very sharp and gleaming.

As if sensing my sight, he glanced at me, put down the polished dagger and walked towards me.

I had a premonition of his movement, and suddenly my face became hot.