The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 1: The Young Scavenger

The setting sun is like blood, covering Wilderness, and the time for Scavenger is up.

Cloudhawk woke up in a convulsion and pain in the abdomen. This familiar feeling has occupied most of the life and memory space. Scavenger calls it hunger, which is said to be an eternal curse left by the Creator to all living beings. !

This time I can't find food anymore, I can't make it through tonight.

As for tomorrow? Cloudhawk never thought about this problem.

Because tomorrow is too much hope for Scavenger.

Cloudhawk climbed out of the hiding hole with difficulty, and when his feet stepped back on the hot and deserted ground, he felt a strong dizziness. The surrounding ancient ruins are ruined walls from different eras, and there are also fragments of remains from other worlds. They were once built to be brilliant, and now they are turned into garbage of is not worth a cent, buried and forgotten by the gravel of time on this Wilderness.

The thin and thin young figure is so small and lonely in the sky Sandstorm, the wind blows messy black hair covering the young face, a few dirty rags wrapped around the thin body, and the rough skin is covered with old and new wounds. His eyes are bright and clear, and he is no different from ordinary Scavenger.

Cloudhawk is only fourteen or five years old.

Scavenger’s life is very simple. It takes nearly twenty hours a day to avoid the heat and cold in the underground caves, only to crawl out in the ruins in the early morning and evening to find food. Day after day, year after year, life seems monotonous, but it is a great happiness for Scavenger, because once the repetition and monotony are interrupted, it means destruction.

Cloudhawk couldn't help thinking of the old man.

The old man is an alternative Scavenger who has gone through the vicissitudes of life. He not only understands the old-time characters, but also understands things that Scavenger does not know. He likes to tell stories and collect useless things, especially old-age tools, pictures, and words. The only thing he can share The target is Cloudhawk, they are each other's only companions and friends.

The sun rose as usual that day, and the old man failed to climb out as usual.

The old guy is at least lucky, because Cloudhawk was buried for him.

Cloudhawk can't imagine what it will be like now when he falls down. Although this skeleton has no flesh anymore, the hungry red-eyed Scavenger is never picky. Those crazy butchers will definitely dismantle him, smoke him and hang it on a rusty iron hook, part of it for himself, and the other for some moderately polluted drinking water.

This is Wilderness. You can eat anything for survival and do everything for survival.

Cloudhawk sometimes envy them, but the old man once said that if even the last humanity is abandoned, there is really no hope for mankind.

So hungry!

I can't walk anymore!

Cloudhawk drags its weak body through the ruins, like a straw swaying in the wind, it may fall down at any time. Scavenger has already rummaged through the ruins. How easy is it to find some food?

Are you getting nothing again?

Will this be the last time I saw the sunset?

Cloudhawk was unable to sit down and overlook the sky. The setting sun was like blood, soaked in Wastelands. A goshawk soared among the clouds in the sky. His eyes showed deep envy. At the beginning, he named himself Cloudhawk. As free as an eagle in the cloud... Is it a dream after all?

It's not yet the last minute.

Can't give up! Can not give up!

At this time, a tight and hurried pace spread to the ears, causing Cloudhawk to stand up like a frightened cub, drew out a sharpened iron piece, and stared at the front warily. In this turbulent and crazy year, Scavenger attacked the same kind every day, and most of the weak and weak children like Cloudhawk were targeted.

Sure enough, with the rapid pace, three ragged Scavenger rushed out frantically.

Cloudhawk's complexion changed and he took two steps back quickly. He is now so weak that he can blow it down with a gust of wind. Three Scavengers attacked at the same time, so there is absolutely no chance of being spared!

Wait!

No, it's not right!

Even though the three of them have hideous faces, they don't have murderous aura. They don't have the aura that a hunter should have. Instead, they are full of frightened and desperate prey.

It's not an attack, it's an escape!

Cloudhawk had just had an unknown premonition. A large group of black figures rushed out after Scavenger. There were a dozen of them, about the size of a wild dog, with scarlet eyes and scary eyes.

Cloudhawk's blood solidified in an instant, and the brain exploded, leaving only one thought that originated from the soul and came from instinct:

Run!

Death threats once again stimulate the potential of life!

This almost exhausted body squeezed out a new strength. Cloudhawk was not recognized carefully, and I didn’t want to recognize it clearly. As long as I understand a little bit, it’s enough—this is mutant beast, the brutal mutant beast, this is a terrible hunt. Eaters.

Scavenger is just the lowest predator in this piece of Wastelands and even this piece of ruins. How can they fight the terrifying mutant beast?

One of the slowest women threw herself down first.

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

The monster bit its neck with sharp teeth and tore it fiercely, and a lot of blood spilled out like a fountain.

The second, the third, the dark shadows rushed to gather, and in the blink of an eye, the woman was surrounded by the whole body, the flesh and blood were bitten and torn apart, and the abdomen, intestines and internal organs were dragged out together.

So bloody, so cruel, so scary!

The short but terrifying screams, like a series of reminders shooting at three people. Some mutant beast who did not share the food continued to chase the rest of them. Their speed was too fast, but within three or two seconds, another Scavenger was attacked.

"Ah!"

"No!"

Breaking bones and tearing flesh and blood, that voice made Cloudhawk cold all over!

When Cloudhawk panicked and turned into a corner, it made him feel even more desperate. The ruins in front blocked the road. This was a dead end that was impassable!

What to do?

What to do!

The third scream was heard.

The last Scavenger also fell.

Three or two mutant beast crossed the corpse of Scavenger, and rushed towards this helpless thin boy like black lightning!

Danger! Danger! Danger! Cloudhawk smelled a strong breath of death, even if he hesitated for a second, it would be forever!

When you look back, you will die!

I can only fight!

He desperately rushed into the ruins and got into a deep and small slit.

Adults can't enter this place. Cloudhawk's thin body can barely fit in, and there is a rustling sound in my ears-an mutant beast is chasing after it!

The stench on mutant beast's body is clearly audible, and it is close at hand!

Cloudhawk drilled to the end of the slit and could no longer move forward. The monster hissed, which was a precursor to an attack.

The moment of death happened.

He resolutely held a sharp iron plate and turned around in desperate situation. At this moment, the black figure just pounced and cruel light burst into his scarlet eyes. The sharp teeth were as sharp as a razor, and he was about to kill the delicious prey in front of him. Torn to pieces.

Cloudhawk stabs out with a beast-like growl, and the sharp iron piece just pierces the monster's eye.

The monster howled sharply and violently, hitting Cloudhawk, leaving a few blood marks on its sharp claws, Cloudhawk pressed its head, the space in the ruins was narrow, and it could not move.

"Go to die! Go to die!"

Cloudhawk is even more ferocious than mutant beast, frantically brandishing iron pieces on the head and neck stabbing more than a dozen times, a lot of smelly blood is sprayed everywhere, face, hands, and clothes are all dripping.

The two monsters were spinning outside but couldn't squeeze in. Hearing the horrible howling of the same kind, they immediately turned around and left. Cloudhawk was half-paralyzed in a narrow space, panting with big mouths, and his brain was hypoxic and dizzy for a while. Now even moving his little finger has become a luxury.

When the madness is over, these fatigues and weakness come back, probably because they have just been ignored, and they are now aggressively trying to get back.

I looked at the creature in front of me for the first time.

It has dark, shiny fur, long sharp claws, scarlet eyes, a bit like giant rats from mutant, but no matter what it is, it has more than ten catties of meat.

Food!

Cloudhawk became excited again, cut through the tough outer skin of the monster with an iron piece, and tore a few pieces of fat meat into his mouth. It was sour, fishy, ​​rough...for the people of Wilderness, it was already super delicious.

Cloudhawk all live on ants, beetles, and grass roots. I haven't tasted meat for a long time. When the esophagus slips into the stomach, the warm feeling spreads throughout the body, and the cramps and pain in the stomach diminish, replacing it with a sense of satisfaction that cannot be described in words!

He ate until his slumped belly bulged again.

Finally stopped eating, his face was full of happiness.

mutant beast has gone far outside, and Cloudhawk is going to kill the prey by hand and drag it back to the burrow. These dozen catties of fleshy feet enough have been enjoyed for many days.

Just when Cloudhawk dragged its prey out, a thick beast-like voice came.

"Put the meat down!"

Four or five adult Scavengers stood in front of him, the first one was very strong, with a hideous scar on his face, and vicious was full of hostility.

These people might have heard the movement here, so they lurked around and waited, hoping to pick up a few bones. As a result, they just met the kid carrying the prey.

The fat meat made them all blush.

Scar roars: "Put the meat down!"

Cloudhawk's silent expression is as wild and dangerous as a lone wolf. The two sides are like beasts facing each other in Wilderness. In fact, in this era, the boundary between man and beast has been blurred.

Let it go?

In exchange for my life, you let me put it down? !

Cloudhawk didn't say a word of nonsense, like a cub that was completely irritated, desperately rushing and hitting one of them in the face.

There is no suspense.

Cloudhawk is a half-year-old child after all, how can it be better than several adults? The result of such a resistance was to be beaten in turn, and then watched the prey struck by life be snatched away.

…………

Night has fallen.

The scars of the teenager were like a stray dog ​​that had lost a fight and fled to a cave. He had no complaints or anger against Scavenger who had taken the prey. As a kid who grew up in the camp, he had already seen Wilderness clearly. Nature.

Wilderness has no rules, strength is the only rule!

The strong can have more food, slaves, women, and the weak are destined to be enslaved, trampled, and plundered. This is Wilderness. This world, this era, and this place has never been justified, and being weak is itself a sin!

The moonlight sprinkled like water into a hole in the ground, and a blanket could not withstand the severe cold. He was curled up from the cold, and his body pain prevented him from falling asleep.

Cloudhawk sits up toss and turns, picks up an iron box, blows away the thick dust, as if holding a treasure, carefully took out some colorful things from it.

He stared straight at these things with an idiotic look. They were the pictures that the old man had collected hard during his lifetime, and they were evidence of the existence of the old era. The erosion of time over the years has become a bit mottled.

Every time I see them, the tiny heart hidden in my chest will be touched.

Every time I see them, my body is full of pain, hunger, and illness, all of which are slightly relieved.

Every time I see them, no matter how desperate and dark, I can always see a glimmer of light.

A distant old age!

What kind of dream world are you?

The people at that time were clean and beautiful. At that time, the city was prosperous and wealthy. There was no dangerous and terrible mutant beast, no brutal Meta-human, and no Scavenger struggling to survive in Wilderness.

Is that era really over?

Is there still such a place in this world?

Cloudhawk's dark eyes have a flame burning-he is very eager to go to the camp and Wilderness!

This idea is like a steel seal firmly burned in the depths of the soul~IndoMTL.com~ It was born from a very young age, and the old man once asked him: Why? The camp is very dangerous, the ruins are very dangerous, Wilderness is even more dangerous, it is a sure way to death!

"Who made me born in this world!"

"Since this world chooses me, I have the right to take a good look at it!"

"One day, I will look for a place like heaven. If I can take a look, if I can kiss that piece of land, there is no regret even if I die immediately!"

The old man was silent.

From then on, I took the child with me, divided his food, and taught him how to read. Struggling on the edge of life and death these years, the idea has not disappeared, but has become more and more intense!

The old man said that some people are born to be free eagles, even if they grow up in a henhouse, they will finally have a day of flapping their wings... Is there really a chance?

Now you can’t even get out of the ruins, not to mention the boundless and dangerous Wilderness.

The old man often talks about "fate". Everyone has their own destiny, no matter how they escape, they can't escape.

Is this my destiny? I do not believe! In the eyes of this young man who has been tortured by Wilderness but still full of jealousy, there is an indescribable heat. He put the iron box under his head, and finally fell asleep deeply in physical and mental exhaustion.

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