I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 718 Eclair
Under the gaze of the saint, a 'child' wearing clothes but with severely deformed limbs came out of the shadows.

The reason why he regards the other party as a 'child' is because the other party is only less than 1.3 meters tall, his legs are severely deformed, and the soles of his feet look like some kind of webbed structure.

"." The gunman seemed to say something, but his voice was drowned in the storm, and no one could hear him clearly. ,

The gunman also seemed to be aware of the problem. He pointed to the water on the ground, then pointed to the saint, lay down on the ground, and slid out on the ground along with the force of the wind with both hands.

Saint had no choice but to follow behind him, let the other party lead him into the warehouse, and then watched the other party skillfully opened a container, motioned to him at the door, and went in by himself, which seemed to be his home .

As the gunman closed the door of the container, most of the wind was isolated, and then turned on a small solar lamp to illuminate this small world.

But the saint still didn't see the opponent's face. The shooter was wearing a large helmet that he didn't know where to get. The model should be the matching equipment on the exoskeleton for prosthetic soldiers. The rest of the body is completely covered.

"Clean water, for you." The saint, who was used to seeing big scenes, didn't have any psychological fluctuations because of the other party's weird appearance. Ever since he saw gluttony, he felt that human beings are essentially an ever-changing creature.
"You, people from the shelter?" The gunman didn't rush to get the bottle of water, but asked again.

"Are you alone?" The saint didn't answer his question, but asked, "How old are you this year?"

"Are you people from the shelter!" The gunman was so emotional that he could speak smoothly: "Are you from the shelter!"

"We are the people in the refuge." The saint hesitated and admitted his origin. He only needs to look at the human remains in the warehouse and the gunman himself, and he can imagine what the people here treat them impression.

The gunman brandished a pistol and seemed to have completely lost his ability to speak, but he looked at the bottle of water and didn't shoot at the saint. He just sat down against the wall of the container in a decadent manner, and bursts of crying came from his helmet.

Only then did the saint realize that the person in the helmet was a girl.

"What's your name?" The saint felt his voice was a bit bitter: "Is there anyone else?"

"It's gone, it's gone! I'm the only one!" The gunman cried and asked, "Dad said, when you show up, let me avenge him, let me kill you all! But I want to be with you too much." People have spoken! Wow!"

The saint took the girl into his arms and patted her on the back lightly: "Okay, it's okay, there will be people talking to you in the future, come back with me."

"I look different from you." The girl wrapped her arms around her helmet and broke away from the saint's embrace: "And after I finish talking with you, I will kill you!"

"Then talk first, and then we'll talk about whether to kill me or not." The saint also sat on the ground, the environment here is quite clean, it can be seen that this little girl is trying to make her living environment more comfortable.

There is a small table transformed from a Coke box, plastic bottles that have changed color after being used for some time, a few knives, and several boxes of bullets of different types. Besides, the most eye-catching thing is a slightly yellowed human skeleton.

Maybe because she noticed the saint's eyes, the girl explained with a cry: "That's my father, he told me before he died, let me put his body in a cage and take it to the surface, and let it dry in the wind and sun for a week. Take it back and you can continue to accompany me.”

"He said that I would not be alone, and he also said that I would not get sick like those people!" When the girl told this story, she cried even harder, as if she was going to suffer all these years. Tell all the grievances.

"How long has your father been dead?" Saint asked softly, his tone very gentle.

"I don't know, I can't remember, and the watch is broken. But I have grown from this height to this height alone." The girl pointed to a long row of tick marks on the wall, and she could see that her father was alive. At that time, I measured her height once a year, and the straight lines drawn were all straight.

At about 1.1 meters, the straight lines that record the height began to zigzag. The saint seemed to see this little girl walking back to the container with the materials she had finally collected in a warehouse full of bones, and then Standing on tiptoe, I used the chalk my father used to measure the height of my head to record my height.

It is meaningless to her to record her height, she just does it to remember the warmth of the past.

"Did your father give you a name?" The saint asked a little uncomfortable.

"He called me Eclaire," the girl said, her voice gradually quieted down, and she just fell into a drowsy sleep.

"You don't mind if I take her away? Pass the hatred to the next generation? You really have it." The saint shook his head: "The next time we come here to search for supplies, I'll take you back again. Just wait at ease."

After the saint finished speaking, he looked around the room, packed all the things that seemed to be of some value into his bag, and then picked up Eclair and strode towards the light. Even a big storm couldn't shake him at all. .

Martin stood in the ruins like a sculpture, watching the saint walk out of the warehouse with a small body in his arms, his big face showing a big daze.

The saint just walked into the radiation room of the bus with the girl in his arms, allowing the cleansing foam to be splashed all over his body. After entering the bus, he made a silent gesture to the others, just like that. Claire was placed in a compartment in the car.

"This used to be a survivor camp, but all the people in it died. This is the last one. Apocalypse was born in the future. Her body has mutated. Don't touch her helmet. When she takes it back, let the psychiatrist intervene first. See if there is any medical way to help her return to normal." The saint sighed and made up his mind: "If it can't be cured, I will take her to Vault Zero!"

"Now?" Saul asked a little surprised.

"Now!" The saint glanced at Eclair again, and whispered, "We owe her."

"We don't owe anyone." Brian muttered, but when he saw the soles of the other party's feet that could hardly be called human limbs, he could only shut up and be speechless.

(End of this chapter)