In the silent wilderness, beams of light pierced the darkness, the low roar of the engine was accompanied by the terrifying and painful howls of the mutant monsters, one after another. This is absolutely the worst nightmare anyone who has experienced it has ever had.

Moreover, such a nightmare lasted all night!

Under the night, the cold sweat on Joyna's forehead was already dry, and her eyes were still as cold and determined as usual. She gripped the steering wheel with both hands, mechanically pressing on the accelerator.

That night, Joyna ran seven or eighty kilometers with a group of refugees.

But now it should be safe, the monsters are left far behind, and no terrifying sound can be heard at all.

Joyna's face was gloomy—she was completely speechless in such a terrifying world, in such a time.

The prisoners in the truck were also unable to sleep, and everyone crowded together in panic. After escaping from death, the huge emotions in everyone’s chests poured out uncontrollably, and some people couldn’t stop crying. The unbelievable fact that they survived, but huge doubts popped into everyone's mind at the same time.

The unbearable images kept repeating...shock, fear, doubt and joy all at the same time.

To be able to escape under the hands of demons, is this woman human or inhuman?

In the east, fish-mammed white gradually appeared, and the gray skyline stretched straight on both sides of the hills, forming a faint line.

Joyner slowed down and drove carefully, the roar of the engine turning into a calm, regular vibration.

She knew that this furious road was finally coming to an end, and the world had ushered in the peace that should belong to it.

This is the edge of the wilderness, the sun is getting higher, yellow-green dwarf plants appear in front of you, and there are sporadic life on the sand. In the distance is a row of undulating hills with well-defined outlines, and in front of them are several small valleys. The warm and humid air blowing in front of them swirls between the valleys, bringing an ecological environment different from that of the wilderness.

For several nights in a row, she didn't close her eyes, and it was only now that Joyna took a breath from the exhaustion of running for her life.

The battle that has passed left her with lingering fears, but even now, she still can't tell whether what she is experiencing is reality or a dream.

Her recollection was supposed to be full of smiling faces and cheers, but she couldn't make out any specific faces. At this time, the sunlight of the first birth was too bright, and the noise was too strong, roaring in her mind for a long time.

What a horrible world!

Cursing incessantly, she glanced around, and soon stopped the truck on a flat spot, where an unpleasant odor wafted.

Joyna jumped out of the car and saw blood on the front of the car, and the dirt was covered with spikes, and she had already recognized the original appearance. She frowned and opened the hood, a white gas steamed up, and the oil had almost bottomed out.

She remembered the smell of smoke and flames, the smell of freedom.

After filling the fuel tank, she began to carefully examine her injuries. Fortunately, the wounds left by the fight with the terrifying beast have completely healed, and even the skin corroded by the saliva shows no trace, and is still smooth and elastic.

She moved her limbs, feeling sleepy but full of energy, without any hindrance to her actions.

Some of the prisoners behind the car opened their sleepy eyes, and some were still drowsy.

Joyner just glanced at them and walked away indifferently. Anyway, she doesn't have a common language with these people, and communicating with them is an extravagant hope. Now she just wants to quickly find the legendary human settlement - the hidden sand castle, because only in this way can she survive.

She took out a sack of grain from the back of the carriage by herself, took out a large iron bucket, and found a sheltered place to start a fire, and the smell of cooking food quickly wafted into the air.

It was still the dark-brown sticky substance that tasted like chewing wax. Joyna felt very hungry and filled herself with a large bowl of food, which was immediately wiped out. Then she carried the rest of the food to the back of the car and threw it to the prisoners like pigs.

"Hula", the sober prisoners quickly surrounded and began to gobble.

Joyner noticed a few people shivering, still huddled in corners. She frowned and turned away without saying anything.

Just as she was walking back, her footsteps suddenly slowed down and then stopped.

I saw that little boy was standing in front of her and looking at him, and his extremely clear eyes seemed to be shining, and he was looking for her specially.

"What? Do you want to go and eat with them?" Joyna said coldly with a straight face.

In fact, she is still grateful to this child, after all, he was so resourceful that he saved her. As for the fact that she actually saved everyone in the car, she didn't think so much, because her essence was to protect herself.

The little boy shook his head, his expression unspeakably uncomfortable, which made people feel pity.

"Well... Then what do you want? Drink water?" Joyna had to put away her cold face, put her hands on her hips, and asked again at a slower pace.

"elder sister……"

"Sister needs herbs... She is dying and needs treatment..."

The little boy opened his mouth this time, tilted his head, pointed innocently at the disheveled woman leaning on the iron net, and whispered.

"Sister...? Herbs?"

Georgina looked in the direction of his fingers and understood in an instant.

The woman's eyes were blank, her dry hands were clutching the iron net feebly, and the veins on her skin were open, so striking. Her body was as weak as a shriveled straw, as if the fire of life was about to burn out for her.

She didn't even touch the boiled food that gave off a tempting smell, she just trembled all over, scratching her skinny arm hungry and thirsty, making a painful sound like a beast from her mouth, as if she was praying for something. .

I'm afraid I thought wrong before - that woman is not the mother of the little boy. Although he called her sister, she probably wasn't a real sister. He probably only met after being caught by the sand bandits.

How stupid!

"Sinful hemp grass!" Joyna cursed in a low voice.

"Ho ho" sounded from the woman's mouth. After Joyna heard it, she just curled her lips in disgust and didn't care at all.

"No, no."

Joyna indifferently shook her head at the little boy and said ~lightnovelpub.net~ It is an addictive drug that can make people sluggish, and it is definitely not a medicinal herb. I don't have those things here. "

"But you, you can save her, right?"

"Hmph—as long as she eats, she'll get better soon..." Joyna wasn't sure how to treat drug addiction, but with her "profound" knowledge in this day and age, addiction Sex is completely quitable.

"But... she's really dying, she can't eat now..."

The little boy's face was sad, his expression unreserved. Since he can beg Joyna to find a way, it shows that he is no longer afraid of this "fierce" woman.

"No! You're too young to understand this," Joyner replied firmly, exhaling and explaining patiently.

"That's what the sand bandits forced you to eat in order to control you. That thing is poisonous, understand? Only by getting rid of the drug addiction can she slowly get better and her spirits will recover."

The little boy didn't seem to believe her words, lowered his head and remained silent.