A similar scene unfolded at every point along the Border Line between Maliro and the Federal Government! Maliro's super-large shelters had also begun recruiting civilians, but they likewise accepted only young Maliro People. Anyone over thirty was rejected.
Millions of people lived without electricity or food, and they were destined to become the first batch to die in the Ice Age.
The old woman was soon covered by ice and snow, but people quickly dug her out again. They needed the thick clothes she was wearing.
Although they were filthy, although... they could keep those still alive from being eroded by the cold and allow them to continue living.
Snow fell without pause, as if it wanted to bury every ugly thing in the world until the entire world became white! After nearly four days on the road, the convoy finally returned to the Federal Government's Bu Peien Area, and large numbers of young boys and girls climbed out of the vehicles.
Starting today, they would lose their names.
"The numbers on your wristbands will be your only identifying numbers. I don't care what you were called before. From now on, I will address you only by your numbers."
"I don't want to call out a number and have no one answer me."
"Now, split into two groups and go change your clothes."
The girl glanced at her wristband. The number was rather long, seven digits, and she firmly memorized it.
It had been more than four days since she left Maliro, and her longing for her grandmother had grown more intense. She wanted to call, but the telephone lines there had been shut down long ago. She had no idea how her grandmother was doing, whether her illness had improved, or whether she had enough to eat.
At the