I held my head in my hands, as if my memory had returned to that time, to that desolate land stretching as far as the eye could see, shrouded in horrifying decay.
I dragged my weary body forward.
I have no goal, no destination, and can only wander aimlessly, like a walking corpse.
I don't remember who I am, where I came from, or what I'm going to do.
But a voice inside me told me that I couldn't stop, that I needed to keep moving forward, because there were things I wanted to know there.
Finally, I arrived at a dilapidated city wall, where I could smell the stench of decay more clearly.
Something inside has rotted.
I easily entered the city, where there were severed limbs everywhere. Without even thinking, I knew where the stench of decay was coming from.
I still didn't turn back, because I didn't feel any fear at all, and I could even say I had no emotions.
I trudged through the shredded flesh deeper into the city, the bloodstains on the ground making my feet sticky.
As the ground became sticky, I finally saw a group of people in tattered clothes, their faces covered in dust, and some even had bloodstains on their faces.
They looked like beggars, their hair disheveled and dirty. They were sitting in a circle with a large pot in the middle.
I really wanted to see what they were doing, but the crowds, layer upon layer, made it difficult for me to get close.
I squeezed my way into the middle of the crowd and finally saw what was inside the big pot.
It was filled with bright red blood, and the pot contained a lot of scraps of meat and the limbs of a corpse.
I even saw a child's head, just sitting in the pot, boiling along with the scalding water.
I finally understood; they were making soup. I was increasingly unable to comprehend everything before me.
Is there no other food available here?
I simply couldn't understand these people, so I ultimately chose to leave silently.
The people in this city are sick, incurable; they can no longer be called human, but walking corpses.
They no longer have an independent sense of good and evil, nor any so-called moral constraints.
But I still couldn't remember who I was, and I kept walking forward.
For the next few days, I didn't encounter anyone else. When I was hungry, I would eat some wild grass to fill my stomach. After all, it didn't matter to me what I ate anymore.
After chewing too many wild grasses, your mouth will become unusually dry and bitter.
I know that feeling all too well, but I don't have any higher-quality food either.
I'm still wondering why I came here; it's as if I appeared out of thin air.
Finally, my good luck ran out.
I encountered an unprecedented downpour. The rain was so heavy that I was soaked to the bone. I yawned, hugged my shivering body, and realized that I didn't have a single piece of clothing on me.
I walked for a long time before finally finding a place to take shelter from the rain, but the strong winds and thunder still made me feel a bit disoriented.
The thunderstorm lasted all night, and I huddled under the old carriage, curled up, and wrapped myself in weeds to try to keep warm.
Finally, as the dark clouds dispersed, the sun slowly rose, and its warm rays once again bathed the earth.
I wove a simple garment out of weeds; it was more of a cover-up than a garment.
I continued on my way, wrapped in a pile of weeds, and after walking for about a day and a half, I heard arguing.
An elderly couple was being held captive by a group of men wielding knives, and a young man, who appeared to be the couple's son, was lying on the ground.
Seeing this, I frowned slightly, but still walked over.
Having no memory and unable to speak, I am now no different from a savage.
All I could do was walk up to the group and push away the two people who were holding the old man and woman.
I could tell that the two elderly people were quite surprised, not expecting anyone to help them in this situation.
When the soldiers saw me suddenly appear, they panicked and were about to attack me when one of them said something, and then the people in front of them started to look at me strangely.
Their eyes were all fixed on my lower abdomen, while some looked at my chest.
Although I can't guess what these people are up to, I know they're definitely not planning on doing anything good.
I instinctively clenched my fists, ready to retaliate.
A group of people finally couldn't hold back any longer and rushed towards me desperately.
With a heavy heart, I gouged out one of their eyes, and the man quickly covered his eyes and howled in pain.
His companions saw his miserable state, and their eyes turned fierce as they raised their fists to strike my head.
I couldn't react in time and was knocked dizzy by a punch.
But just as I tilted my head, I caught a glimpse of the machetes scattered on the ground.
I pretended to stumble towards the direction of the machete, but perhaps the other party was blinded by rage and clearly wanted to beat me to death, so they didn't pay attention to my movements.
After I was kicked again, I also lay down on the ground and picked up the machete.
Without hesitation, I stood up and slashed the face of the person in front.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
