Death Notice

“Brother Xiaonan, please don’t eat me! Xiaoya doesn’t taste good!” Tears and snot covered Xiaoya’s face. Her black eyes, which looked especially large because of her small face, were filled with uncontrollable fear.

Although Meteor Street had “street” in its name, it was actually like a small self-governing area. Most of Meteor Street was a desert filled with poisonous dust, with huge piles of trash everywhere. Only the northeast part, which was close to the big forest, had slightly better air quality and was suitable for humans to live in.

Meteor Street had a council made up of elders. But since the things needed for life mostly came from recycling trash, it didn’t really have a strong ruling class. The Council of Elders was made up of respected old people. They were responsible for settling daily fights between the big and small Violence Gangs in Meteor Street.

Because the living conditions were extremely harsh, Meteor Street basically couldn’t produce crops or meat. Compared to everyday items, the thing that was most lacking there was actually food. In many parts of Meteor Street, cannibalism was very common.

Meteor Street had many abandoned babies and orphans. Most of them had disabilities and found it hard to make a living like normal people. Because violence and conflict were everywhere, women and children who lost their men often couldn’t survive either. These two groups were the most common victims of cannibalism.

Hearing Xiaoya’s cries, Xiaonan’s body stiffened. He slowly raised his head and looked at his terrified little friend. A look of utter despair slowly appeared in his eyes. He suddenly grinned, making a strange sound that was like crying but not crying. “Xiaoya, I won’t eat you. You will live.”

The boy slowly stood up and took off his vest, revealing his scrawny, rib-showing body. His voice sounded like it came from far away, carrying a creepy calmness. “Boss Gutou, how many days of food can I get for this?”

“Are you really going to do this? You should know that without you, Xiaoya won’t last more than a few days. It would be better to just… Three… One week. Xiaoya can get one week’s worth of rations.” Gutou had only spoken halfway, but when he looked up and saw the expression on Xiaonan’s face, he fell silent.

“Boss! This kid isn’t even enough for one meal for us. He’s worth three days at most…” From the group behind Gutou, a slightly hunchbacked strong man jumped out angrily. This person’s left arm was somewhat shriveled, while his right arm was several times thicker than a normal person’s. His face was covered in lumps. He was the second-in-command of this Violence Gang, called Dubi.