The ashes of my comrades were buried at my feet, and the blood on the knife solidified into black.
Our last days are a song of departure.
We kill to live a better life for the next generation.
Cowardly human beings, your excuses for escaping and killing fellow humans are just because you are afraid of death, nothing more.
——As we move away from each other, is faith more important or life more important?
——Tell me, in this hell, why am I living without faith?
[The author's post-apocalyptic writing has left a shadow, so this hole has been postponed indefinitely until I overcome it. I always feel that some positive things should appear sooner or later.
