Chapter 245

He had to put on a white shirt, tie a black tie, apply hair wax to his head, and put on shiny leather shoes;

Neighbors picked up and dropped off four children for school;

Breakfast as usual, freshly squeezed milk, bread from the town bakery...

If it weren't for the crazy people breaking into the town, if it weren't for the young people his age starting to indulge in lust, if it weren't for various strange rumors circulating in private.

Everything looked quiet and peaceful.

Obviously, such days could not last.

The camera shifted, and the numbers representing the date became a bit larger.

One day, Joel was woken up by a sudden sound.

"State of emergency notification—"

"Respected citizens: Due to the chaos, our city is facing a serious crisis. In order to ensure your life safety and property safety, we have decided to carry out an emergency evacuation in some areas... (Zhao's)"

The police cars and radio stations in the town broadcast evacuation notices day and night. Yesterday's reason was still a plague, today it became chaos and terrorist attacks, and perhaps tomorrow a new nightmare would appear?

Joel exhaled violently, emptying the gas in his lungs, then inhaled violently, smelling the unique scent in the room.

Here remained the meaning of his life.

—He didn't intend to leave home.

The dim room was only illuminated by a faint incandescent lamp. Joel was calculating how many days his stockpiled supplies would last, but the most urgent thing at the moment was that his brother, who was in another state, was talking to him.

Joel held the receiver with his shoulder.

"Hey, Joe, how have you been lately?"

The other party's tired voice came from the receiver:

"Very bad. Is this perhaps the last time I'll talk to you recently?"

Joel put down the pen he was writing and drawing with, focusing on the chat:

"What happened?"

Joe sounded like he was whispering, his tone weak, and he sounded extremely haggard.

"Don't worry, my dear Joel, it's just a wildfire. Doesn't our country often have wildfires?"

"... But this fire is not right. I feel like the fire is alive; it's hunting for gasoline and trees."

The sound of Joe breathing deeply came from the receiver.

Then, he said:

"The next thing I'm going to tell you sounds crazy. Listen, this thing is really crazy, but it's true."

"My God, you can't imagine what I saw... That's a fucking fire man at least 6 meters tall. It just walked like that, and then flames swallowed everything..."

Before he could finish speaking, Joe's voice disappeared completely.

A chill rose from the bottom of Joel's heart, as if falling into an ice cellar.

He was stunned for a moment, at a loss, and then grabbed the receiver and shouted desperately:

"Joe? Joseph?"

On the other end of the phone, there was no more response.