Chapter 466: Really Nice
Not far away, inside a slightly larger tent.
Li Jianguo lay with his eyes open, staring at the canvas roof blackened by smoke.
He was thirty-five this year, originally a skilled machinist in a northern border city, with a gentle wife and a lovely daughter, and a modest but warm home.
The war destroyed everything.
The factory was reduced to ruins in the first Mist Surge; the neighborhood was occupied by monsters.
During the flight, his wife and daughter were separated in an airstrike, their fate unknown.
His own left arm was smashed by falling burning debris when he pushed a terrified child out of the way, and in the end it could not be saved.
Now the empty left sleeve hung limp, and beneath the dirty bandages around the stump came waves of stabbing pain, the signs of infection.
He had tried the medical station, but the queue of people wound for miles.