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A warm campfire colors the city's public cemetery. The homeless people and those who were not accepted by the community gathered in a circle. Some hold grudges against each other but even the most foolish ones realize that fighting each other is the same as looking for death. An elderly man of around 60 years, with a gray mustache with a slight burn, carrying a sack that is inscribed with 'food' with a permanent marker. They did not scramble to take the food, but they formed an orderly line like employees waiting in line to get their monthly cash salary. A child wearing a hand-knitted hat and a thick jacket made from cheap cloth shouted at his mother, "Ma, I don't want to eat that. Yesterday Daniel had an upset stomach after eating. "

Her mother, someone who was seen abandoned by her husband, tightened the grip on her daughter's hand and whispered something. The girl looked rather resentful at the words she seemed to hear often.

From the sack, you can see the legs of an animal with sharp nails and black hair, although there is a slight residue of gray, but because of the dirty animal hair, only black. Someone who introduced himself as a caretaker pulled the tail of the animal with excitement. The animal struggled and let out a squeaky whistle. He was heard suffering, asking for help or he could be angry and now say a curse, no one knows anyway. In an environment of people starving for animal rights are no more than their survival. The caretaker who held the animal's tail with two hands now only held it with his right hand, his left hand went into his shirt pocket to pull an object. A dull, visible kitchen knife was forcibly danced from his shirt and now the knife was taken by his left hand. With a professional movement he cut the carotid vessels in the rodent and slowly the blood was scattered. A robot that looks like a frankenstein monster absorbs the red liquid that scattered on the ground with its mouth which is a modification of a vacuum cleaner. Next the animals were skinned and cut into several parts. Most residents will fight over the chest and thighs. While the new couples will fight over the stomach because there is a kind of myth here that eating the belly of a rodent can produce healthy offspring, even though the mortality rate here is 45%, one still has to keep the myth alive so that hope does not vanish.

After 50 rodents were slaughtered and divided into residents according to their work portion, the bearded person called a robot that had sucked blood. Using his finger, the man gave a command and the robot pulled out a transparent hollow cable that looked like an unhygienic straw. With happiness, the man began to suck the blood of the deceased animal. He gets some kind of euphoria from the content of the blood. His mouth was smelly and his teeth were rotten, and his hands were filled with the smell of biological decay.

Elsewhere, a house of various iron and wooden wreckage that is far from decent, residents of the house come back with 'food' for today. "Clara, could you help mom in the kitchen." "Yes ma," replied the girl. Although it is called a kitchen, but actually if you use the 2020 standard, the place is more appropriate to be called a garage. Stacks of items were placed in the kitchen starting from the wreckage of shabby clothes, some parts of the robot, rotting food, a half-finished refrigerator, and a corpse, the body of someone who looked like a male corpse was placed on top of the junk in the kitchen.

"Don't forget to get down Daddy, Clara." Clara who has now climbed the pile of junk met face to face with the corpse. There was no sign of life at all. Poor Clara thought that death was actually a better thing. People who die will not starve, will not feel sick, and will not feel poverty. Clara hugged the corpse that she identify as father and now carried him down from the junk in the kitchen. Meanwhile, mom pulls a portable poorly made stove from under the wreckage.

As usual, the mother made sure the surface of the stove's iron plate had enough thickness and after that she poured a bottle of yellow liquid under the stove. Then with a stove match, it ignited with a small fire. In such a place culinary is not something that deserves to be called because this funeral shophouse used to spice up their food with something that was life threatening.

Clara take the heel part of the animal's torso and she could still feel the sharpness of the rodent's nails. While Clara ate her mother forcefully feed her 'husband'. Clara thought that her mother now looked pathetic. Her mother's eyes looked blank and she had a smile of despair flavored with a bit of obsessive love. Of course, because his jaw had cracked, everything went into her father's stomach and rot there. The absence of a digestive system makes food in the stomach of the father a haven for animals such as cockroaches. Sometimes Clara felt disgusted with the day-to-day view, but nothing could be done, in place like this insanity is second only to survival.

"Clara, have you finished eating?" "Yes, ma." "Try going to the Castro, some said there is a smart person who can bring ressurect my husband with decent price." But mom, Where did the money come from? " " Let's just borrow it from the Arkonian first. " " But, the Arkonian said that if we borrow another cent they will cut our meal portion. " " Wow!! So now you want to fight with your mother!!?. Go now or you will be homeless tonight. "

For the 002 coordinate zone the midnight is something that can rarely be enjoyed, but it is better than the uranium storm in the 009 coordinate zone or the hollow ground incident in the 007 coordinate zone. In the 002 coordinate zone, the residents only have to be careful with the night dwelling creatures. Although physically dying by uranium radiation is more painful, psychologically meeting night dwelling creatures can make the most courageous person into a coward who cries like a cat that was left behind by the mother.

That night Clara sought the fastest route to the Castro through the lower part of the cemetery. It seems like around 2018 there was a millionaire who thought that making underground funerals like Egyptian aristocrats was a good idea. Now the underground burial is only a den for night dwelling creatures and corpses stored in cemeteries are made as snacks by the night dwellers. Clara knew from a number of conversations she had heard that the creature of the night's inhabitants left their nests at night to go hunting.

Now Clara had reached the entrance to the underground cemetery and all she could do was hide and enter quietly. She heard the creature talking to each other with the sound of their squeaking and she could also hear the sound of claws scratching the surface of the earth and elastic tails that made disgusting sounds when moving. When she felt that the night dwelling creatures had left Clara ran quickly into their nest. What she did not realize was that the soles of her coarse shoes made a sensitive sound which was immediately heard by the night dwelling creature. Without knowing the danger that followed Clara ran until she encountered two turns. The first turn was saturated with the smell of rotting humans while the second turn seemed to be shunned by the creatures of the night dwellers because Clara could not smell the corpses of humans that had been eaten.