Reaching downstairs, Su Ming'an looked back.
Su Wensheng carried two children on his back, even though he was equally weak.
The children who truly couldn't move any further could only lie on the ground.
"I'll... rest here..." a flax-haired girl gasped, clutching the large hole in her abdomen: "Without dialysis, I'm... in so much pain... I'll just... not go with you..."
She burrowed into a sack by the roadside, concealing herself. The sack was full of the stench of corpses and organs, as if she had become part of the corpses.
"Let me... have one last dream..." Her lips were blue and purple, unable to breathe in oxygen: "A... happy dream."
More and more children stopped on the road, some lacking organs, unable to travel far. Some had lost too much blood, couldn't be saved. Some stopped breathing right on the road.
Their throats emitted sounds like broken bellows, desperately trying to breathe air in their final moments, but no oxygen could enter their decaying bodies.
