Chapter 3 The big pit
If anyone talks about war trucks in the big pit, it would be Uncle Pumpkin, Nange’s father, who inadvertently spoke at a rally. No one would doubt his words. As the best mechanic in the town of Rado, this beachy, middle-aged man always managed to squeeze a smile out of his mouth, even when in a fit of rage, which looked like a Halloween mask made from pumpkins, and the nickname stuck with him for most of his life. No one remembered his real name again.
The town of Rado is able to survive in an environment full of freakish monsters, relying on mechanics like Uncle Pumpkin even to gather wild fruit outside the town. One must ride in a war truck to guard against monsters. Thanks to Uncle Pumpkin's craftsmanship, Nange's home is the only two-story building in the whole town of Rado and it looks very beautiful.
After leaving the warrior intelligence outpost, Nange decided to go home first and then the big pit. “I just had a fight with my father yesterday. I can't let him see me when I come in.” he thoughts.
In the living room on the second floor, sister fell asleep over the table. Nange crept into his room and began to rummage through the closet to find something useful. But he rummaged through the room, and the only thing that would have been useful, except for a little change of clothes, was probably a steel slingshot, made specially for him by his father.
As a child growing up in Rado, Nange had already been acquainted with the use of firearms, but according to the town's rules, minors were not eligible for a gun permit. He didn't have a license to wear a gun, so he had to use the slingshot to defend himself.
Father's room was blocked, but sister's door was ajar. He was always reluctant to enter the girl's room, thought and thought, and finally agreed to go in to try his luck. Wow! Sister's room was clean and beautiful. Compared with the dirty, messy and poor room of himself, he was almost ready to clean his room immediately. Nevertheless, he consoled himself that he was going away anyway, and who knew how many days he would be back? Let 's do so in time.
However, he searched all his sister's drawers and found only seven dollars. On the opposite wall, there is the portrait of his mother, and mother's caring eyes warmed his heart immediately.
"Mom... "
He tiptoed past his sister, but, after a moment's inattention, he touched the chair and woke his sleeping sister.
"You're back, brother." Sister said happily. "you are hungry. I’m going to get you some food."
"I'm not hungry, sister."
Without speaking any words, she drew him to the table and sat him down, and brought the meal.
Although it was only the twin sister who was one day older, her expression and tone made Nange suddenly think of his dead mother.
"This is 50 dollars," the elder sister put an envelope in front of Nange, "father said let me buy you a gift, but you have grown up, what to buy should be decided by yourself."
Like a beer?
No, it's not the right time to drink. Brother Suoying always liked to practice shooting skills in the training camp in the east of town. Nange decided to go with him. But when he arrived at the training camp, Suoying has gone already. Where would he go? The big pit? Nange felt his heart was on the verge of break out!
It was half past ten in the morning, when he sneaking out of Rado without his father's eyes. There were two more bags around his waist. One was a small first-aid bag with some restorative ginseng pills inside of it, which he had just been purchased at the town drugstore, and some bandages for hemostasis. Another heavy bag was full of old, finger-sized balls of steel, which stole from his father and it can be used in the slingshot.
Is there really a war truck on the south side of the town, under the abandoned pit lane?
The town of Rado is surrounded by mountains, steep peaks have few trees, and the yellow stone look stuffy. The mountains to the west are more green, but are off-limits to climbing, told by older people, It is said that there is a wide and deep valley, filled with waste things, breeding countless germs.
Nearly two kilometers south from Rado, he finally came to this strange pit. The shape of the pit was quite like the cratered hill above the moon which Nange had seen through his father's telescope. In the middle of the pit, a concrete step could be seen stretching down, and a faint light shone through it. Nange looked around calmly, took a steel ball and buckled it into the slingshot, and slowly climbed the rough stone road and walked towards the steps.
The pace of the Nange was fairly steady, but only about ten paces from the step, when he got out of it, the gravel at his feet suddenly sank down, causing him to stumble and nearly fall. Nange had just pulled out his feet and saw where he had fallen, climbing out of the two-fist-sized, gold-lit mutant ants.
"It's golden ants! Nange quickly recedes, but the two golden ants are not slow. He kicked out the right foot and kicked one of the golden ants, along with the gravel, into the pit, the other ant ran up his left foot and out to his chest, which made him startled that he threw down his slingshot and tore out his skirt with both hands. By exerting all of his strength, golden ants are still clinging to his skirt. He took off his tattered skirt, wrapped the golden ant in it, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.
That's a relief.
He sat slumped on the ground, looking at the water mark slowly leaching from the torn skirt. He sighed slightly, and reached out to pick up the fallen steel balls and slingshots.
Such terrible mutant ants!
Suddenly he remembered his father, how safe it would be to come here with his old war truck!
Chapter 3 The big pit
If anyone talks about war trucks in the big pit, it would be Uncle Pumpkin, Nange’s father, who inadvertently spoke at a rally. No one would doubt his words. As the best mechanic in the town of Rado, this beachy, middle-aged man always managed to squeeze a smile out of his mouth, even when in a fit of rage, which looked like a Halloween mask made from pumpkins, and the nickname stuck with him for most of his life. No one remembered his real name again.
The town of Rado is able to survive in an environment full of freakish monsters, relying on mechanics like Uncle Pumpkin even to gather wild fruit outside the town. One must ride in a war truck to guard against monsters. Thanks to Uncle Pumpkin's craftsmanship, Nange's home is the only two-story building in the whole town of Rado and it looks very beautiful.
After leaving the warrior intelligence outpost, Nange decided to go home first and then the big pit. “I just had a fight with my father yesterday. I can't let him see me when I come in.” he thoughts.
In the living room on the second floor, sister fell asleep over the table. Nange crept into his room and began to rummage through the closet to find something useful. But he rummaged through the room, and the only thing that would have been useful, except for a little change of clothes, was probably a steel slingshot, made specially for him by his father.
As a child growing up in Rado, Nange had already been acquainted with the use of firearms, but according to the town's rules, minors were not eligible for a gun permit. He didn't have a license to wear a gun, so he had to use the slingshot to defend himself.
Father's room was blocked, but sister's door was ajar. He was always reluctant to enter the girl's room, thought and thought, and finally agreed to go in to try his luck. Wow! Sister's room was clean and beautiful. Compared with the dirty, messy and poor room of himself, he was almost ready to clean his room immediately. Nevertheless, he consoled himself that he was going away anyway, and who knew how many days he would be back? Let 's do so in time.
However, he searched all his sister's drawers and found only seven dollars. On the opposite wall, there is the portrait of his mother, and mother's caring eyes warmed his heart immediately.
"Mom... "
He tiptoed past his sister, but, after a moment's inattention, he touched the chair and woke his sleeping sister.
"You're back, brother." Sister said happily. "you are hungry. I’m going to get you some food."
"I'm not hungry, sister."
Without speaking any words, she drew him to the table and sat him down, and brought the meal.
Although it was only the twin sister who was one day older, her expression and tone made Nange suddenly think of his dead mother.
"This is 50 dollars," the elder sister put an envelope in front of Nange, "father said let me buy you a gift, but you have grown up, what to buy should be decided by yourself."
Like a beer?
No, it's not the right time to drink. Brother Suoying always liked to practice shooting skills in the training camp in the east of town. Nange decided to go with him. But when he arrived at the training camp, Suoying has gone already. Where would he go? The big pit? Nange felt his heart was on the verge of break out!
It was half past ten in the morning, when he sneaking out of Rado without his father's eyes. There were two more bags around his waist. One was a small first-aid bag with some restorative ginseng pills inside of it, which he had just been purchased at the town drugstore, and some bandages for hemostasis. Another heavy bag was full of old, finger-sized balls of steel, which stole from his father and it can be used in the slingshot.
Is there really a war truck on the south side of the town, under the abandoned pit lane?
The town of Rado is surrounded by mountains, steep peaks have few trees, and the yellow stone look stuffy. The mountains to the west are more green, but are off-limits to climbing, told by older people, It is said that there is a wide and deep valley, filled with waste things, breeding countless germs.
Nearly two kilometers south from Rado, he finally came to this strange pit. The shape of the pit was quite like the cratered hill above the moon which Nange had seen through his father's telescope. In the middle of the pit, a concrete step could be seen stretching down, and a faint light shone through it. Nange looked around calmly, took a steel ball and buckled it into the slingshot, and slowly climbed the rough stone road and walked towards the steps.
The pace of the Nange was fairly steady, but only about ten paces from the step, when he got out of it, the gravel at his feet suddenly sank down, causing him to stumble and nearly fall. Nange had just pulled out his feet and saw where he had fallen, climbing out of the two-fist-sized, gold-lit mutant ants.
"It's golden ants! Nange quickly recedes, but the two golden ants are not slow. He kicked out the right foot and kicked one of the golden ants, along with the gravel, into the pit, the other ant ran up his left foot and out to his chest, which made him startled that he threw down his slingshot and tore out his skirt with both hands. By exerting all of his strength, golden ants are still clinging to his skirt. He took off his tattered skirt, wrapped the golden ant in it, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.
That's a relief.
He sat slumped on the ground, looking at the water mark slowly leaching from the torn skirt. He sighed slightly, and reached out to pick up the fallen steel balls and slingshots.
Such terrible mutant ants!
Suddenly he remembered his father, how safe it would be to come here with his old war truck!
