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PHASE 3 . BACK TO THE BEGINNING
I said I wanted to pick you up, not meet you.
The sentence was still humming in memory. A girl whose hair has now become disheveled awakens
from lelapnya. His two eyeballs slowly opened wide, briefly probing every single thing his gaze could reach. He snorted violently. The smell of sweat due to the heat of nature was still impaled by him. Not only sweat, now increased with sulfur and a charred smell that caught his sense of smell. Incisive.
Adara—the girl—whitens and rubs her nose for a moment. His thoughts were intertwined, asking how many
long he hung out on that hanging wooden shelf. He remembered once—entah a few days ago—naik to the shelf in order to save himself from the raging hot lava. And now, his mind was empty, other than just a few small memories he remembered.
Belly singing. Forcing the girl to realize that she had not had a few days of stomach booster intake there. He only carried a bottle of mineral water in his backpack which was now gone. Adara again snorted violently.
“I'm hungry,” he said hoarsely.
The girl who was still wearing the school uniform looked down at the floor of the room that was already filled with
deep brown puddles. He frowned for a moment, picked up a book from his backpack and dropped it into the puddle to detect something. Dry. The book did not sink or burn in the puddle.
“What's okay?” adara Gumam.
Without a second thought, the girl jumped up and landed her two legs on a deep puddle of chocolate
it has condensed that perfect. Chilly. Adara regressed the sole of her foot that was still wrapped in shoes many times.
“Aman,” murmur steady.
His eyes spread his gaze in all directions. Finding something that caught his attention, Adara scrambled out of the room. He's surprised. Eyes widened. Everything had vanished, buried by the raging hot lava. He walked away from his school building and saw that all parts of the building had been under the lava that was now solidifying.
“Is this a dream?”
***
Adnan repeatedly looked at the circular watch on his left wrist. His eyes occasionally see
out window. Rocks and foreign objects drift, and the scent of outer space he has enjoyed for a month in this place—after previously he failed to return to his hometown on Earth.
Cosmo is supposed to be a torus of peace for mankind. But now, the military base and the world peace center are in favor of one of the alliances on Earth; the western alliance. Since the declaration of war was made public, many souls have felt anxious, anxious, even frightened. Especially when they are faced with the problem of an aging Earth. It becomes a prolonged conflict if one of the alliances
on Earth, no one wants to give up.
But ... what if it relented only to become a slave to another power-hungry alliance?
“You ready?”
Adnan's daydreams unraveled instantly as a young man asked him. He turned to look at the brown-blossomed young man. Erick's.
“One more month,” says Erick. He smiled faintly at the black-robed young man in front of him.
Adnan was silent for a moment. He nodded, looked back out the window that revealed the blue planet, then passed after Erick pushed his wheelchair.
***
Adara looked up, staring at the expanse of the sky. The orange spray began to clearly appear on the western horizon. It returned
spread the view around. The expanse of vacant land with the ruins of a formless building that was like stone seemed to make itself somewhere else on this Earth. Like on Mars, or on an alien planet out there. His staggered steps moved indeterminate. His phone battery is running out and he does not know where else to go if his phone dies and removes the compass.
The dark started to slow down. A gust of low-temperature wind broke through the girl's body making her shudder. Adara snorted long while her hands crossed and interlocking
rubbing—trying to warm.
“The compass is broken or how, anyway?” chatter, “from earlier I did not find people around here.”
His eyeballs spread the view. Again just an empty expanse with some ruins of buildings around it. Without animals. Without humans. The wind was blowing again, now firmer than before. Adara shuddered trembling. Anxious and afraid. But all of those feelings were immediately restrained when he saw a unique building ruins. He rushed to the building and entered. For a moment, he swept around. Well, even if it's only 1x2 square meters, it can at least protect itself from the darkness tonight.
Adara curled up, embracing her two legs that bent to get close to her chest. Body shakes. It
flinch long enough. After a while, a tear fell on both of his cheeks. The girl is back in her misery now. He drowned his face between his knees. Sobs returned to meet.
Messed up. Completely fucked. He's just alone now. Losing your home, friends, everything at once. He did not know what to do but to contemplate his fate now and to hope that someone would help him. His mind twitched at the shadow of a young man smiling towards him.
I'll pick you up, Adara!
Adara jerks. His gaze lifted before he was finally startled by the roar of a voice that disturbed his hearing. For a moment he looked up at the sky and found several planes maneuvering there. He wanted to scream, but was held back when his mind started to spin that he shouldn't be yelling at this moment. Especially when he
focusing eyesight.
The three planes maneuvering in the sky belonged to the western alliance. And for himself who is a citizen
the eastern alliance country couldn't have asked for help if it didn't want to die now. His saliva slid, breaking through his throat instantly. A breath came out of his nostrils. While both of his eyes were still
looking at the three maneuvering planes slowly leaving the region.
“You are so stupid, Adara,” murmured, “do you want to die before Adnan picks you up?”
He fell silent and sat back in his original position and cried again.
“Stupid!”
***
The roar of cannons and bullets hunted each other. Shouts echoed occasionally, adding a bow of tone over the empty land with various ruins around it. The screeching of something gliding from some iron birds maneuvering in the sky added to the chaos in the area.
“Sial! The western alliance is pounding our territory without a hint. How can we stop it?” chirps wrong
a man with a rifle he was carrying. He hides behind a one-meter-high ruin with a colleague.
“And do you think we can dispel them with this old weapon, huh?” timpal's partner's upset. Occasional
he scoured from behind the ruins to observe the enemy's movements.
The big debum came back together, accompanied by mass shouts of many fighters that exploded and instantly
burned up in place. This man grimaced in horror. His body trembled in shudder, feeling extreme anxiety and fear. Especially when he saw the flesh of the exploding humans ejected as far as a few meters and almost approached the location of hiding.
“We will die,” whispers trembling.
His black-haired colleague stared for a while. Sneaking out the look of the man who was already like a bum, then preparing his rifle.
ever know what's going on in front of you when you see those who have lost. They are spirit boosters, not fear triggers.”
“Hah?”
The man suddenly cluttered. Stare at each other with his black-blanked partner. For seconds
then, his shoulders were patted until his reverie was unraveled. His partner smiled wryly.
“I will shine my hair if I don't die in this war,” he said before he finally got up and ran
towards enemies.
“Hah? Ja ...”
The man turned around and looked at the back of his comrade who was instead running towards the enemy. A maze
the sand sealed the black-blasted man's existence. Until finally, an explosion was inevitable.
“JASON!!”
***
Adara opened her eyes quickly. The bright net was very wide open, and it grew brighter as the moonlight dimmed. He woke up and spread his eyes around. Since this morning, he was still stuck in the rubble room without knowing where to go. His brain was empty and not filled. Only fragments of past memories were still stirred by him. That great disaster had completely damaged his identity.
The girl swallowed saliva through her throat which had clenched violently. The organ that forms the hose
it feels very hot. Sometimes Adara scratches his neck while doing salivation, trying to withstand the turmoil of dehydration that may have run its course. His mouth was dry and his tiny lips were also chapped like a crack in the long dry season. His heart and breath sometimes hunt each other. And
also, Adara is now very easy to sleepy. His body was completely limp due to the lack of fluids.
Adara curled up while embracing her backpack. For a few seconds he set his breath to return to normal—though it failed. After a while, a bang surprised him.
“What is it?”
He took out a little bit of his body and spread his gaze around. There was a thick puff of smoke in the wrong
one direction that makes both neutrals weird.
“Asap?” muttered.
The roar of the heavy vehicle was faintly heard by him a few seconds after he saw the smoke.
Both of his eyeballs that have been withered then again widened by him—focus and continue to focus.
Some of the army's transport vehicles passed not far from where Adara was. Adara's mouth is open.
Gaping wide. But strangely, he could not scream. Adara cleared her throat, tried to adjust her vocal cords and esophagus, then shouted back.
Damnit.
One scream did not make it. Adara waved both of her hands with all her might. I don't know what
he was thinking about it at this moment, and he did not even know where the transport vehicle was coming from. His breathing and heart rate are increasingly hunting ferociously. And now it's getting narrowed.
Adara. Weak and helpless. His blurry eyes were still trying to look in the direction the vehicle was leaving.
Wests. Yeah, westbound. That way he should have gone. But with his condition now, Adara just fell in excitement. Embracing the sand in his hand and while thinking—whether he will die this very second.
A man was observing from behind the tiny binoculars he was carrying. While on the vehicle
the carrier has many residents with various ages, ranging from elderly, pregnant women, and even children. One of the girls looked around like the man. A split second later, his eyeballs widened. He jumped in surprise and swiftly pulled the man's shirt.
“I saw something there!” he shouted in between the rough roar of the vehicle he was riding. “Try to see more clearly!”
The man immediately sharpened the focus of his binoculars for a moment. “Stop!” he shouted at the rider. “STOP!!!”
The transport vehicle paused for a moment, obeying the man's word.
“Come there!” take the little girl down from the vehicle and run towards something she saw.
“Hey! Wait!”
Those tiny eyeballs are blocking. Seeing something in front of him, until finally a man approached him.
“Jun. I, right, told you, stay there!”
“Sst.” Jun—si the little girl—hissed for a moment while pointing towards her front many times. “She is still
life, Brother,” whispers.
The man flinched. Especially when he saw a body lying in front of him now. A girl in uniform
the school is unconscious.
“You sure?” ask him on Jun.
“My instructions are always right, Brother Jo!” june half-embarked, trying to convince the brother.
Jo hurriedly checked the pulse of the black unraveling girl. He had to repeatedly move the area to look for pulse
life in the girl, until finally in the lehernyah part is the pulse felt. Extremely weak.
“Heavy dehydration,” says Jo. He got up and signaled the driver of the transport vehicle to make it more
approaching its location, then returning to the figure of the unconscious girl.
“We'll take him?” june asked curiously. “Really?”
Jo looked at her sister for a moment, then nodded while rubbing the little girl's hair. He smiled knot.
“Of course,” said chiming.
***