Help Us, Future People!

Lately, Chen Wu always had the feeling that something was watching him.

He did not know whether it was a hallucination brought on by hunger, a poisoning vision caused by accidentally eating toxic grass, or simply hysteria born from the fear of war.

That strange feeling would not go away.

But what about him was worth noticing?

Chen Wu was lame. He could not run fast, and his body was not strong; even among ordinary people, he counted as weak. If it was those monsters, they could simply pounce on him and kill him.

If he had one advantage, it was that he was not that old. He was nineteen this year, and even if he was utterly exhausted the day before, he could recover quickly the next day.

Unlike the older refugees, whose bodies could no longer support high-intensity scavenging outside, so each of them tried to reduce their consumption as much as possible and acted very conservatively.

After repeated migrations to avoid the flames of war, everyone was drained.

The new camp had been built beside an uninhabited stretch of cliff. It had enough height and a wide view, and it was shielded by the mountain peaks. A short walk outward led to a small forest growing halfway up the mountain, where they could pick up plenty of branches and fallen leaves for firewood, and also find edible tubers, nuts, mushrooms, and beetles. If they were lucky enough to run into field mice, they could even get some grease in their bellies.

Most importantly, not far behind the cliff was a small pond fed by underground seepage, and it held drinkable water.

There was water, heating fuel, and a certain amount of food. The situation here was far better than Chen Wu had expected.

"Big Brother, this place