It's all one flower.

0073. Nothing City

"The basement is not sunny, so it may be a nest of demons and miscellaneous demons. Let's go carefully."

The brightened air shriveled again at the warning given by the pharmacist's choice of words.

However, there is no other address.

He decided not to dare, but to look inside and then make up his mind, and walked down the road along the Nhefried Canal.

Not one of the firehouse thieves is here.

Street trees carburize and break trunks, and the streets are littered with automobile debris and debris.

Homes and shops with basements were found in many places.

None of the floors collapse and are useless. It's like I found out it existed because I fell into it. The debris was in the way where it wasn't, and I didn't even know the entrance to the basement.

Again and again, discouraged, take the promenade along the canal.

"You're just up this bridge. If we put it down, we can cross, right?

The employee said in a bounced voice, stopping at the bridge.

The bridge is divided and raised in the center in order to pass through a large ship.

"The operating board..."

Looking around, the ten dropped their shoulders.

The cabin on the operating board was burning down.

The metal plate bearing the name burns, twists and turns and shakes in the winter wind.

A small sigh flowed white and cloudy into the wind.

One line, take the stride again.

By the time the shadow was shorter, it was found that it had come as close to the steel park with a guide plate hanging hard on the strut.

Without the information board, I have no idea where this place is.

The city has completely changed.

"Worst case scenario, if it's dirt ground, I can draw a line with a broken bar and lay [the simple junction]"

"So, you want to go to the park?

The apron youth replied to the employee's words.

The employee nodded forcefully, waiting for the word.

"Oh, if this is all they do, for the time being, there doesn't seem to be an air raid."

Nod at each other with the apron youth and see their respective sisters. There was no reason to disagree with the three girls.

No one said anything and headed to Pompeii Steel Park.

Yesterday afternoon, I hung up the place where I had just left off and went back overnight.

"Cool..."

An elderly terrorist speaks up. Roark looked at the middle-aged man in awe.

... put our own terrorism on the shelf, what are you talking about?

But Roark leaked the same sentiment about the park.

Two young men hold their own sisters and block their sights.

There's been an air raid here, and it looks terrible.

The wreckage of a military vehicle and a burnt corpse of unknown gender are scattered across the ground.

In the distance, it looked like a black mannequin had been left in the park. Do carburized bodies not even eat demons, or retain the anguish of the severed demons?

"Let's go to a civic hospital. The courtyard was dirt ground."

When the pharmacist turns his back on the park, the others follow him in silence.

No one expected anything from the building.

Central Citizens Hospital was also still destroyed, and debris painted with coal still smokes (creases) the smoke.

There is no such thing as a living and moving person.

The implanted trees and flower beds were burnt to pieces, and there was no shadow to see.

The same goes for the next police station.

"Looks like we got an air raid after we were abandoned."

A terrorist captain came back around the burn.

Juvenile soldiers speak for everyone's doubts.

"What the fuck?

"There are no bodies. The dead from our operation will have seen the funeral parlor ashed"

The boy soldier nodded and looked around.

In the burnt ruins, there are no shadows, no miscellaneous demons.

As far as I could see, they did everything possible to destroy it, and there was not a single artifact that retained its original form.

Cold winds blow through in February, and the ashes blow up and scatter.

Roark suggested one sigh of sigh (one).

"Why don't you go back along the canal and continue just now?

"Right. If the residents have been evacuated, they may be a little better off if they come together on the site of a private house."

"If you don't have a body, you'll be fine. It's cold in here."

Said the captain's words, as an elderly terrorist rubbed his shoulder.

After a short walk, I found the site of a store that seemed just right.

There are still a few walls in the back of the store, and from what I've seen, there are no cluttered demons or anything like that.

"Me, I'm gonna clean up. So, pharmacist, again, fish, can you do me a favor?

"Er... enough for ten, right?"

The elementary school girl also followed the pharmacist and employee on their way to the canal. I guess I'm anxious to leave my brother at all.

Roark took a closer look at where he was going to rest.

The wall left at right angles is about the height of an adult, and the width is only slightly (not) wider than the loke extends both hands.

There is no merchandise in the corner of the store, and metal shelf debris peeks through the rubble gap. Maybe it was a warehouse.

I thought this was the store because something like a black sign was falling on the road in front of me.

Roark stepped over the rubble and stepped into the corner of the store.

Take the rubble of the head and move closer to the driveway.

The young men and sisters in aprons who saw it lift the debris nearby. The terrorists also helped me on a voluntary basis.

Build up debris next to the remaining walls and surround the resting area. Be as tall as your hips and create space for everyone to stretch out and lie down.

By the time the three returned, debris the size of which could be picked up by hand was almost removed from the floor, which was sandwiched in a shaped shape by a wall at right angles.

The concrete on the floor becomes dewy. I feel narrow about the number of people, but I can't help it.

An employee washed away the ashes and dust accumulated on the floor with the [manicured water] technique.

"Leno, can you make something that looks like" kamado "? The guy for surgery."

"Fine."

A young man in an apron, called Leno, responds with an easygoing voice.

Roark asked, placing his luggage on the concrete floor.

"What do you do?

"Get away from where you sleep and put it in a circle. Around here?

Leno took the affordable debris ten steps away from where he had cleaned it up earlier. Roark and his sisters, terrorists imitate it, and clear the place quickly for cooking.

When Leno loaded the rubble in a circular fashion, the employee washed out the impromptu (Kamado) and surroundings as well.

Water crawls around like an organism, taking dust, ash and coal into its body and staining it with asphalt-like colors.

That seems to have drained him considerably.

The employee breathed on his shoulder as he dumped the sewage on the road. My little sister looks up at my brother worried.

The employee smiled as he stroked his head to reassure his sister.

"I'm about to take a break, I'll be fine"

The wind is cold, but the weather is nice and the sun is lucky.

But when I thought that this dry air had caused more damage, Roark felt complicated.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like