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Dawn Calendar 423.
On the first Sunday in June, the black and yellow earth was deathly silent.
In a corner of the land, a rock moved, and a rock scorpion with a tail nearly a meter long arched open the rock and crawled out. After the Battle of Dawn, 50% of the original species on Earth had disappeared. However, most of the rest had long since evolved into dangerous creatures.
The surviving humans called these creatures "dangerous species".
The Rock Scorpion was looking for food when a dense aura suddenly rose from afar. This aura was so huge that it was like a mountain range crossing the sky. The Rock Scorpion raised its head and saw a shadow crawling towards it.
The shadow was so vast that it almost stretched across the entire horizon. It moved forward at a slow but constant speed, casting a shadow on a floating island the size of Texas. It was one of the greatest creations of mankind after the Battle of Dawn. The Babylonian floating island was powered by Magic Cube energy and orbited the planet like a near-Earth satellite according to a set orbit.
It wasn't until evening that the floating island of Babylon became a silhouette in the distant sky. At this time, the Gobi became lively again. Some of the dangerous species, like the Rock Scorpion, gradually moved towards the western edge of the Gobi, where there was a small town where the people lived by mining. Humans, on the other hand, were the best food in the eyes of dangerous species.
The town wasn't big, and there were hundreds of people living in it. The houses were simple and crude, and the iron shacks that could shelter them from the wind and rain were already mansions. Most of them were bungalows made of wooden boards and rusty iron sheets.
Outside the town, there was a ring of barbed wire and a wooden fence sharpened at one end. They can effectively prevent low-level dangerous species from breaking into the town. At night, there will be three to five hunters as guards, holding fire and guarding the town's exit.
The night was not completely dark, in the wilderness outside the town. Blue, green, red, and strange fluorescence was swimming about. Suddenly, a rough gunshot rang out from the entrance of the town. The sound of gunpowder firearms echoed in the wilderness at night, so there were much less fluorescence wandering in the night.
One was wearing a cowboy hat and a plaid shirt full of patches. A man wearing a pair of denim jeans and grease stained boots was putting away the double-barreled shotgun that still had smoke coming out of its muzzle. He was in the prime of his life and had grayish-blue eyes. The green beard on his well-defined face was as hard as steel thorns.
"Damn, there are more and more dangerous species," the man cursed in a low voice.
"Come on, Wootz. You're the best hunter in our town. The more dangerous species there are, the more you earn, right? I think you're secretly happy. " A bald black man joked. He had a blindfold over his left eye, and a mechanical prosthesis was attached to the joint of his right leg. The black man carried a submachine gun on his back. It was second-hand, but it was more powerful than the cowboy's shotgun.
"Shut up, Big. I'm serious, "said the cowboy, a little annoyed.
"That's enough, Biggie. Don't provoke Wootz anymore. He's not in a good mood right now." The last hunter, wearing a miner's hat and a leather jacket, looked a little out of place. He was playing with a dagger in his hand. The dagger seemed to have a mind of its own as it spun between his fingers, reflecting the flames in the night and pulling out circles of orange rainbow light.
The black man patted his head and laughed, "Oh right, I almost forgot. Lanny seems to be giving birth tonight."
"That's not the worst, Big. The biggest problem is that our Boss Wootz doesn't even seem to have kissed Lanny's little mouth, but she's going to give birth. "
So arrogant and sarcastic laughter rang out at the entrance of the town, followed by Wootz's angry voice echoing in the night sky, "God above, if you don't shut up, I'll stab you in the ass with this gun!"
However, not only did the angry shouts have no effect, they even made Biggie and the other two laugh even louder. Just as Wootz was about to take action, a woman's shrill scream rang out from the town. Hearing this scream, the three hunters looked into the town. The black man sighed and said, "I wonder which bastard is so lucky to be able to get a hot girl like Lanny. But that son of a bitch actually abandoned a woman just like that. He's really not a fucking man! "
The saber-playing hunter looked at the cowboy and said in a deep voice, "What are your plans, Wootz? Lanny is no longer a girl, but a mother. "
"No matter who she is, I will take care of her!" Wootz's tone was irrefutable.
Under the night, at the entrance of the town, a faint sigh drifted away with the wind.
In a decent tin house in the center of town, a few middle-aged women were circling around a bed.
"Use more strength, Lanny. I can already see his little head. "
"For God's sake, hold on a little more."
"Yes, that's it. Use the strength of your abdomen, miss! "
Production was so difficult, but this was only the first hurdle a new life had to cross. Fortunately, this little life had a strong mother. With a hoarse cry, a new life was finally born.
"Look, it's a boy." A woman with a short haircut wrapped the baby in a tattered blanket and put him in front of his mother's bed.
The young mother looked tiredly at her flesh and blood. Her little face was still stained with blood, her nose was long and straight, and her pair of big bright red eyes were curiously sizing up this unfamiliar world. His lips were tightly pursed into a knife-like line, with a little stubbornness. Unlike the other newborns, he didn't cry or make a fuss, and his silence was too strange.
The women beside them discussed spiritedly until they were glared at by the short woman. Only then did they shut their mouths. The short woman said softly, "Lanny, he's your son. Have you thought of a name? "
The young mother nodded and looked at the baby. Her eyes were filled with complicated emotions, but she said in a voice as gentle as the wind, "Allen, his name is Allen."
Hearing his mother's voice, the baby's expression froze slightly. Then, he turned his head and looked at the woman who had given birth to him. Finally, the tightly pursed lips pulled into an arc.
He smiled.
Seeing this childish smile, his mother felt as if the flames in her heart had calmed down quite a bit.
June 423 of the Dawn Calendar. When Allen was born, the first image he remembered was his mother's beautiful and tired face. What people remembered was a baby who didn't cry, but no one knew. Allen, who had just been born, already had memories!
The world was still moving at its own pace, and the gears of time were tightly biting. The nobles on the floating island of Babylon were still having fun. Mobius, who had just been elected as the new president, had just finished a celebratory feast, and in an inconspicuous corner of the surface, an extraordinary life was born.
Fate always likes to leave a small surprise when people don't expect it.
Dawn Calendar 428, the last Saturday at the end of autumn, the sound of banging rang out in the town.
It was the assembly number to buy winter supplies. When a woman walked into an alley with a large bag of food, the men sitting at the corner of the street nodded and followed.
The sky gradually darkened, and night fell.
In the alley, the woman had already discovered the stalker behind her. She quickened her pace. Just as the men were about to make a move, a double-barreled shotgun suddenly stretched out from the shadows in the corner. The jet-black muzzle immediately silenced them.
Just like five years ago, Zhang Ping, who was still dressed in cowboy attire, walked out of the shadows with his shotgun. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the cigarette was about to burn out. Wootz spat out the cigarette butt and said in a deep voice, "All of you, scram!"
Under the threat of guns, the men gradually retreated and disappeared into the alley. Wootz put away his gun and walked towards the woman, "I came back in time. Lanny. "
The woman lifted her headscarf, revealing a beautiful face. She sighed, "I owe you another favor."
"Don't be like this. I'm still hoping to get your free treatment when I'm injured." Wootz lifted his cowboy hat with the muzzle of his gun and revealed an open-minded smile.
"Come, let me help you carry it. It looks heavy enough."
The cowboy took the bag from Lanny's hand and walked back to the town with her. It was a tin house. It was simple and crude, but it was still sturdy enough to block the winter snow and ice. As soon as he entered the room, a small figure crashed into Lanny's arms. Lanny squatted down and picked him up. Under the light was a five-year-old child, but he was stronger than a child of his age.
There was a rare pale gray short. Under the reflection of the light, the pale radiance flowed like millions of starfireflies.
The boy's childish face already had a knife-like outline. One could imagine that when he grew up, he would definitely be a handsome man. Words. However, there was a small bruise on the child's cheek, which made Lanny frown, "What's going on?"
A trace of panic flashed through the boy's eyes, and then he looked at Wootz for help. Wootz smiled and shrugged, indicating that he was helpless. The boy bit his lip and said, "Today, Moss next door said I was a white-haired pig, so I …"
He looked at Lanny, who had a stern expression on her face. The boy had to continue, "So I punched him in the nose, and then he pushed me to the ground and accidentally knocked me. But don't worry, Mom, I've already taken care of that guy. He won't dare to scold me again. "
Wootz whistled, "Not bad, Allen. That little guy Moss seems to be a year older than you. "
"To be exact, he's 13 months older than me!" The boy corrected.
Lanny looked at Wootz angrily, and the latter obediently shut up. She sighed and touched the child's head. "Allen, not everything can be solved with fists. Besides, you'll always meet someone you can't beat. What will you do then? "
The boy rolled his bright red eyes and blurted out, "I'll run away, and when I grow up and get stronger, I'll come back and make him look good!"
Then he said proudly, "But Mom, there's no one I can't beat yet. The things Uncle Wootz taught me are so useful. "
Wootz's face immediately became embarrassed. When Lanny turned around, he smiled bitterly and said, "I only taught him something to protect himself, really."
"Well, I suddenly remembered that Bigg has something to discuss with me, so I'll be leaving first."
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