Alive

2262, the year after the end.

This is a strange world, and it is a crazy world that people can not accept.

In a dark, damp barn, the sound of fighting kept coming. Although the sound was very fierce, in fact, it was a one-sided fight.

This is a fight between a yellow male and a white female, and the yellow youth in the stadium is badly beaten, and there are bruises everywhere on the body.

Surprisingly, bruising is only the lowest grade of injury, and young people also have a variety of scars, crisscrossing the body, knife marks, arrow marks, and even gunshot wounds. You can see that those marks are not from this battle, they must have some history.

"Ah... Uh... Oh... The young man tried to break free from the bondage, suddenly broke his head from the sink, gasping for breath, almost suffocating him, because the brain was starved of oxygen, so some confusion, supporting the unexamined body, turned his head for a moment, but saw a cold awn across.

Showing...

The cold dagger from the young man's left waist and abdomen, an instant, the young man's already miserable body and added a new wound.

"The world is not fair. God has no favor for you." Cold sound line from the woman's mouth, let people listen to some of the back cold, that pair of beautiful eyes like torches, like hot summer sun, wanton burning everything around, and the cold sound line is incompatible.

The woman's voice did not fall, the tight body suddenly sprang up, the speed is very fast, the young people have some of the confused brain too late to respond, but the body has moved itself, in other words, at this moment, the youth's consciousness can not keep up with their own body's instinctive response.

Dangerous and dangerous, the youth sidestepped the head to avoid a lash, but by the woman's subsequent aggressive to get stretched, less than two seconds, they were kicked in the chest, the body is like a broken line of kites, shaky, in the air drew a perfect arc, the body heavy hit the wall.

"Ah... Uh... Oh... The young man's chest heaved violently, and he shook his head a little, trying to wake himself up.

His confused head made it difficult for him to receive the information around him, but he heard the intermittent, as if from the sky, cold voice line: "You do not have the strong genes of those people, you were not chosen to be a power, you have no way to compare with them."

The burning pain from the waist made him wake up some, and the edge of the dagger in the line of sight was infinitely amplified.

"We are all the same, low pariahs, born to die cannon fodder." As the word fell, so did the dagger.

But the young man's back, through the cold wall, rushed out with a desperate attitude, allowing the dagger to stab deeply into his left arm, his right hand on the leg side, the same sharp dagger appeared in his right hand, and quickly wiped the woman's neck in the past, roaring angrily: "We are different!"

The woman picked up her eyebrows, in a short moment, with almost cheating like way, beyond the limit of human reaction ability, avoiding dodge, understatement to avoid this fatal blow, looking at the youth who passed by her own body, the woman extended the slender arm, directly from the back of the youth's neck, the left arm tightened, the right arm quickly "buckle".

Rabbit up and down, an instant, a technique similar to jujitsu naked strangulation, the youth has been subdued.

The young man struggled frantically, trying to get away in every way he could think of, holding the dagger in his right hand, thrusting his backhand behind him, but his wrist was firmly grasped by the woman's right hand.

She released the "lock", holding the young man's wrist with one hand, and easily subduing the young man with the pure strength of her other arm.

The young man's left hand tried to pull down the arm of the woman who strangled his neck, but the woman's powerful power made him feel the real taste of despair, it was difficult to imagine that such a slender and slender woman would have such a far superior strength.

Slowly, spinning, slowly, eyes dark, slowly, the young man's strong body fell on the cold cement floor.

The woman slowly released her arms, walked over to the sink, and plunged into the cold water, as if to wake herself up.

"Call..." The woman slowly calmed her slightly disoriented breath, grabbed her refreshing short hair in one hand, turned back to look at the youth in a coma, and the woman could not help but knock on her forehead in distress.

She opened the old cupboard on her left and took out a first-aid kit.

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"Uh..." I do not know how long it took the young man to wake up and find himself still in the dark and damp barn.

The pain everywhere made him feel that his people were falling apart, and he saw the bandages wrapped around his waist, and the daggers on his arms were missing, replacing them with bandages.

"Awake?"

"HMM." The young man lay in the cold and looked down the sound, but saw his demon instructor punching quickly against the wall, as if to vent her exuberant energy, the streamlined muscles were really beautiful, but the slender slender and beautiful shell could not cover up her criminal behavior.

The young man smelled the mildew in the air and heard the woman utter another sentence: "You must be thankful that the dagger I chose has no back teeth, it is more like a fruit knife."

"Continue tomorrow. I must get back." The young man struggled to sit up, his face changing, but he did not cry out in pain.

"Stay at home for a few days to recover. I hear you are going on a mission in seven days. You must keep fit." The woman stopped the action, turned around, and looked at the young man not far away, and there was no retreat in the young man's words, which made her appreciate the young man more and more.

"I heard that the death rate is very high, but this is good, anyway, back to you here is hell, death is a relief." The young man said casually, slowly got up and got out of bed, as much as possible to control his bared appearance.

"Oh, Ethan, I never doubted your desire to survive, nor your strong will, after all, I cultivated them for you, didn't I?" The woman raised her eyebrows, her beautiful sky blue eyes with a faint smile.

The young man, known as Ethan, gave the woman a sulky look and muttered, "Whatever."

White skin beautiful long legs, this should probably be the standard goddess. The "goddess" has such a configuration, but there is no woman should be gentle and charming, although her features are exquisite, but the golden short hair highlights her unique, and even reveals a wild breath, blue beautiful eyes such as torch, heroic, heroic.

But it is such a stunning attractive woman, in Ethan's eyes is a real demon. Since he was brought in here against his will, has any training session not ended in a coma?

Her name was Miranda, a woman Ethan loved and hated.

"Oh, angry?" Miranda's lips rose slightly. 'Angry because you failed again? Or are you bitter about what happened on the court a few years ago?"

"Ahem... Ahem..." Ethan couldn't hold back for a moment, and the sudden turn was really unexpected, "knocked over a nerd, what are you proud of?"

Ethan sounded a little resigned, but he managed to break into a rare smile.

Memories are always good, especially before the end, because they always allow people to escape the purgatory for a while. Ethan and Miranda did know each other when Ethan was in 9th grade (freshman year) and Miranda was in 12th grade (senior year).

Under normal circumstances, two people should not have any intersection, all because of a fucking bet.

To this day, Ethan regrets being on the football field in the first place. If it wasn't for his best friend trying to woo the good-looking cheerleader in his grade, Ethan wouldn't have been knocked over by a female player, and this female player is Miranda.

"Have you heard from your friend?" Miranda came over and sat down on the hospital bed.

Ethan collected his emotions and gently shook his head.

"Like us, our friends died and fled, and there was no news. Thankfully, we learn to be strong, don't we?" Miranda held a towel in one hand and rubbed her buzz cut.

"We're different." Ethan snorted.

It was the second time he had said that, but it was true, he was different from her.

Although Miranda calls herself a "pariah", she is much better than Ethan. At least compared to the ordinary Ethan, Miranda ate a crystal core from the head of a strange animal.

The crystal core gave her an energy that ordinary people could not imagine, although she was not a power, but the physical quality that was far beyond ordinary people was difficult for ordinary soldiers to overcome.

"You have done well, you have courage and perseverance that no one else has, and..." Miranda flexed a finger and tapped her head, gesturing to her short hair. 'You've caused me a lot of trouble.'

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer.

Miranda once had a charming long hair, in the battle will be tied into a ponytail, and that hair made her in the practice with Ethan distressed, in this real knife and gun devil training, the two actions are not any rules, Ethan not only once grabbed her long ponytail to reverse the battle, until one day...

Miranda with a short hair appeared in this barn, the flowing charming long hair has become history, and Ethan's opportunism has also become history.

"Get through this mission, and I'm working as hard as I can to get you on my team." Miranda reached out and touched Ethan's head, her long, slender fingers slightly bent, and scratched at his short, dark hair.

"I hope you get what you want." 'Ethan said.

"Any team would want a soldier like you. You don't know how good you are, Ethan." Miranda took a deep breath and whispered, "They pay attention to you because of your excellent test results, but I can get to know you better in these months of training, I know your valuable qualities, that is what really makes a team alive."

Ethan turned to look at Miranda, a little complicated, he is not sure whether Miranda because of the identity of friends to ask for special training themselves, after all, in this chaos of the end, friends and relatives separated, since the escape, countless. How lucky it would be to meet an acquaintance.

But what Ethan is sure of is that Miranda's training has transformed him and given him a new lease of life. It turned him into a more focused and persistent person than before, a person full of fighting spirit and faith.

This belief is called "living".