The glowing vine on the table was already dimmed and invisible, and Ivan wanted to pick a new one yesterday, but was warned by the soldiers that no paups were allowed to pick the glowing vines.

Glowing vines will stop growing in winter, and they will give priority to the civilians.

As for the aristocracy, they have electricity and light, and they don't need that faint light source.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Ivan got up and opened the door, letting in the unobservable figure in the darkness.

In the past few minutes, people have stepped in one after another. Tacitly, they sat on the ground and waited silently for the arrival of the people.

The silence lasted for several minutes, then was broken by a dry voice.

"Let's start, Ivan."

Ivan walked to the door and looked out into the street.

"Paul hasn't come yet."

"He's not coming."

“…… I see. Paul understood what this meant. He sighed softly, but came to the bedside, took out an iron box from under the straw mat, and slowly shook the handle.

Then it shook slowly, and a faint sound came from the tin box. It's a hand-cranked radio.

It's a little secret between them and the only entertainment facility they have.

Let's build a new order in the wasteland together. -- Government forces are now issuing to all states on the West Coast -- ]

The radio station gradually became clear, and as usual, Ivan planned to tune in to Hale City Radio to listen to music, but there was something more to today's broadcast.

[This is the Dawn Camp radio station.] We now extend an invitation to all surviving human beings......]

An unfamiliar voice came faintly from the radio.

Ivan was stunned, they fled and established a new stronghold?

Of course, he knew about the Church of Dawn, which had gained fame a few days earlier. If it weren't for the pre-disaster munitions hidden in Hale City, Hale City would have changed hands by now.

"Hurry up Ivan."

Someone urged.

Ivan came back to his senses and reluctantly adjusted the frequency to Hale City. The soothing piano music flowed through the shack, and his excitement gradually subsided.

Only then, listening to these former tunes, did Ivan feel that he was born as a human being. Sit at the dining table, enjoy the breakfast prepared by your wife, and drive to work on a sunny morning. Colleagues greeted each other warmly and friendly.

Like a bubble, all of a sudden, peace and beauty disappear.

Since the failure of the Dawn Church, their lives have become more and more difficult. Civilians seldom hired them, and every shack was searched by soldiers, who found something of value and dragged them away, and no one knew what happened to them, only that the people who were dragged away did not reappear.

These soldiers took revenge on them for the rebellion of the Church.

After a few dozen minutes, the guests who had heard enough began to disperse. Ivan dialed back to Dawn Radio. After listening to it a few times, I got on the radio and went out along the winding streets.

There was nothing to do on the streets, and there were more figures leaning against the doors.

Two or three thousand more will die this winter, probably more. Ivan thought.

Not freezing to death. Even in winter, it won't get too cold here, but starve to death. Streams froze, commoners and nobles no longer needed hard labor, and poor people without food sources would sleep at home hungry and then dragged out by ghouls who smelled meat.

Squeak –

Ivan pushed the door open, and the three paupers in the shack looked up at him.

"Your God is moving." Ivan took out the radio and shook it.

The eyes of these three men were different from those of most poor people. Instead of lifelessness and indifference in their eyes, they are closer to pre-disaster humanity.

A bunch of poor creatures who still have hope in their hearts...... But Ivan is not in a position to laugh at others. After all, three years after the disaster, he still maintained a ridiculous kindness.

"Want to join us?" An old man looked up. Of the original eleven, only three of the original believers remained.

"No, I'm just here to inform you." Ivan put away his radio and turned to leave.

"Do you have the confidence to survive this winter?" Someone behind him said.

Ivan paused.

"We intend to follow our lord before winter comes."

"You're going to die, before me." Ivan didn't look back.

"How do you know if you don't try? We are human beings who climb to the top of the earth on our own, not pigs waiting to die. ”

Ivan eventually joined them. He didn't believe in God, even if God did appear.

He just wanted to live.

Of the 2,000 believers, there are now less than 300 left. What they have to do is reconvene them.

Ivan's little noise made a difference, and everywhere he went, he would use it to play the Dawn Radio - the little noise was the name Ivan gave to the radio.

There are too many poor people to survive this winter, but only a small fraction choose to go with them. Most people would rather rot in decay than embark on a new path.

As time went on, more and more people agreed to leave. They don't have a detailed and well-thought-out plan. It was only agreed that two days later, when the bell rang and winter came, they would meet in front of Entrance 3, and then storm the checkpoint to escape from Hale City.

It was night, though there was no difference between day and night in Hale.

In the slums, countless people have risen from hay-covered huts. They took what they had, cloaked in withered grass and cloaks with little warmth, and waited for the bell to ring.

"Mom, I want to pee ......"

A small girl with yellow hair in a dimly lit shack looked up to her mother.

"Bear with me...... We'll be able to get out of here in a moment. ”

"Why are we leaving here?" A childish voice sounded. "Isn't there a need for dirty water elsewhere?"

The mother hugged her daughter: "Yes...... There were lights, warm goose feather bedding and fragrant cakes......"

A similar scene took place all over the shack.

They have no way out.

Knock –

The faint chime slowly sounded.

Coincidentally, countless figures opened the door of the shed.

They glanced at each other, left the home where they had lived for three years, and walked in the same direction.

Some people didn't come, and some people refused but came. But no one cares about that now.

A few minutes later, thousands of people had gathered in the open space not far from Entrance 3. And even more.

They huddled together, black pressing a silhouette, quiet and terrifying.

They waited for ten minutes until no one came.

They were already leaving, but it was still too late. A blinding light suddenly lit up behind him. The sound of footsteps of military boots on the ground rang out.

Soldiers surrounded the city guard officers and appeared in front of them.

"Hello, traitors." He said.

Beside him was a poor man in rags. The pauper lowered his head, and a muffled voice came out: "I'm sorry, I just want to live......"

"You're doing a great job." The city guard touched his head like a dog.

The crowd cried and cried, and despair appeared in their lifeless eyes.

At this moment, an old man suddenly rushed out of the crowd, hugged the unprepared soldier, and shouted bitterly.

"Run, boys! Run!! ”