The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"Sister, sister..."

Tears and nasal mucus were mixed together, and they were blown away as they rushed into their heads, and they were all stuck on Jasmine's face, wiping out a crystal clear tear.

"Sister, you will definitely be fine, certainly not..."

Although Jasmine was as shocked as the old popsicle and Aisha about the content transmitted from Jing'an, for her, it was another thing that attracted her attention more.

There are no living people in the entire cliff pass.

The news almost made her hairs stand upright in an instant, and even Jasmine's body began to tremble slightly at that time.

The worry about her sister instantly overwhelmed all her thoughts, and it also drove her body, so that she had no time to say hello to the people around her, so she rushed outside.

Gentle and taking care of her sister.

I've been helping her all the time, and promised to watch her marry sister.

The relative with long flax hair had freckles on his face three points more dazzling than sunlight. In Jasmine's dim sight, even her appearance began to blur.

No, my sister must be fine.

Jasmine ran all the way. She passed through the half-collapsed residential area, turned around the commercial block full of corpses, and finally panted heavily and came to the door of the familiar tavern.

Bossa Tavern.

The four-story building that covered almost half of her life, but at this time she couldn't see the slightest change-in the turmoil of the mezzanine space, this area did not seem to be affected by some exaggeration.

It should be that the business of the pub is not so good.

With a nervous mind, Jasmine swallowed her saliva abruptly, trying to moisturize her trachea, which had already begun to bleed, and then turned to her mouth full of sweet smell.

Reach out and push the door.

There was a crunch.

The sun's rays of the warm winter sun entered the hall, rendering the bar, tables, chairs and benches inside with a gleaming hazy halo.

"Yes, is anyone here?"

No one responded.

Jasmine walked into the cabin nervously. She rummaged in the kitchen and the storage room first, but she could not find the trace of anyone else. After that, she took a cautious step and slowly climbed to the second floor.

Due to the nervous state of mind, Jasmine did not dare to miss even any room. She fumbled and took out the spare keys, opened the locked rooms one by one, and finally found a figure lying prone on the window in the compartment on the left.

The linen shawl was clipped to the outside of the robe, the thick snow boots were still on his feet, and the clothes on his body had not come off. Obviously, the other party was not ready to rest yet.

Only from her back, Jasmine also had some reflections on this guy.

That was the second-in-command in the overnight caravan. As the largest member, he likes to wrestle with others after being drunk. Although some like to show off, he is not a bad guy—he even gave Jasmine a tip.

"gentlemen……?"

Under the tentative call, the other party did not respond at all. With an uneasy heart, Jasmine tentatively moved closer to the other side.

"Sir, sir? Can you hear me? Please don't be kidding."

The old floor made a creaking noise at this time, but as Jasmine moved forward, it was slightly sunken and collapsed in a small piece at the front end.

For Jasmine, this is a common scene. But at this moment, because of the sinking tendency, the figure crawling on the bed was affected.

As soon as the person's knees were loosened, the whole person was like a wooden barrel that had been drilled, squeezing all the water in it and pushing it out.

Grumbling.

The man tilted his head back and lay in front of Jasmine with his head tilted up around him-his slightly squinted eyes were like wild dogs sleeping in a fake sleep.

If these are the only words, it is not enough to confirm Jing'an's conjecture. However, the other party's blueish, even pale skin color made Jasmine's face tremble involuntarily.

Even if no one was by her side to remind her, Jasmine had clearly sensed an indisputable fact.

The guy who lay down in front of him.

already dead.

"Alas!"

Because of being too nervous, Jasmine, who couldn't help but screamed, was so frightened that her knees weakened at this moment, and when she fell behind her, she sat down on the edge of the aisle.

Dead.

Not a joke, but a real fact.

After realizing this, the blood on Jasmine's face also faded in an instant. She opened her mouth, but held it back for a while without saying a word. She only felt that her throat began to tighten gradually, so that just a swallowing motion could make herself extremely uncomfortable.

By the way, maybe there are others alive?

This thought took over reason in an instant, and Jasmine no longer cared about the guy in front of her. She opened the doors of the rooms frantically, but she could only see the same pale corpses with different appearances.

The third floor, the fourth floor.

I couldn't find my sister at all.

Anxiously, Jasmine's emotions began to break down. Her eye sockets opened and flushed slightly, but the assassin bit her lower lip so that she would not cry on the spot.

The conjectures in her heart began to become clearer, but she did not want to continue thinking about them.

With thoughts surging, she has cleaned up the entire tavern room. Right now, there was only one compartment left.

This is the top-floor room where Master Hart lives. Under no special circumstances, Jasmine is not qualified to enter it - she doesn't even have the key to this room.

last chance.

Taking a deep breath, Jasmine expelled the air from the lungs to the body, and then inhaled it again, replacing the air inside with the subtle sour smell of the tavern’s “special product”.

The sweet and greasy smell rolling in her throat almost made her mind dizzy, but it didn't affect her next movements. Jasmine's lips trembled slightly, she reached out and gently pushed the wooden door in front of her.

The high-quality craft products did not make the slightest noise.

The familiar interiors come into view one by one.

The ground is covered with soft red handmade blankets, and the deer heads that have been processed and antiseptic are hung on the walls. And the place where the desk should have been erected was also removed because of Old Hart's wishes, and it has been vacant for a long time since then.

Perhaps it was because of old age, and then the weak Master Hart could not blow the air. But he still likes to bask in the sun.

For his convenience, Jasmine and her sister helped him choose a swaying recliner at the market - it was also placed by the window at this time.

Nothing has changed.

Just like the old man lying on the bed with his head slightly tilted.

His body was covered with a thick sheet, and his thin hands were slumped on both sides of the quilt, and the cushions behind him slightly propped up his figure, allowing Old Hart to support the skinny upper body.

It looked as though it was asleep.

But the paleness that can't be covered even with age spots is repeated over and over again, emphasizing the facts.

No survivors.