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The night was deep, and weariness and heaviness enveloped every corner of the ruins in Rado City. Mud, in the narrow space, tried to find a bit of comfort. His head rested heavily against the cold wall, occasionally swaying, struggling against the invasion of drowsiness. However, his exhausted body betrayed his will time and time again, causing him to involuntarily enter a half-asleep state.
Vivian, on the other hand, sat on the sofa like a statue. Her eyes closed, her face devoid of any expression. Even in rest, she exuded an undeniable aura, as if she was ready to face the upcoming challenges at any moment. Her breathing was steady and deep, each breath seeming to gather strength, preparing for a future eruption.
Chuchan squatted by the window, looking out through the broken window. His gaze pierced through the night and settled in the silence of the central square. The night breeze gently blew, bringing a hint of coolness and dispersing some of the clutter in his mind. Chuchan's eyelids gradually grew heavy, fatigue causing his alertness to decrease. He couldn't help but ask himself, how much time had passed? In this quiet yet tense wait, every minute and every second seemed particularly long.
The three of them were each immersed in their own thoughts, seemingly isolated from the outside world. Only the occasional barking from the square reminded them of the challenge they were about to face. It was a long night, and everyone was preparing in their own way, waiting for the arrival of dawn and all the unknowns that would come with it.
Just as Chuchan's consciousness began to blur and his eyelids became extremely heavy, the subtle changes in the outside world suddenly pulled him back to the edge of wakefulness. What he heard was the kind of almost inaudible footsteps that could only be heard clearly in the deep of night. His heart rate instantly accelerated, and all fatigue and drowsiness vanished in that moment, replaced by tension and vigilance.
He took a deep breath, trying to sharpen his senses, and the barely perceptible sounds by his ears emerged once again. Yes, it was not a hallucination from his drowsiness; it was the real sound of footsteps, slowly approaching from the right side of the central square.
Attempting to stand up, Chuchan found that his feet had completely lost sensation. He exerted all his strength, trying to make his body obey the commands of his brain, but his legs just twitched weakly, as if they no longer belonged to his body. The anxiety in his heart burned like a flame, but his physical weakness plunged him into extreme frustration.
In this moment of extreme tension and anxiety, Chuchan had only one thought in his mind: he must immediately alert Vivian and Mud that someone was approaching. He gritted his teeth, forcefully slapping his numb legs, trying to get the blood flowing again so that he could stand up and face the impending unknown threat.
Chuchan struggled to make his legs return to normal, the stabbing pain gradually spreading from his toes to his thighs, as if countless needles were racing through his veins. The sensation was both agonizing and relieving - at least he knew he would soon be able to stand again.
Vivian seemed to immediately sense something was wrong. Her sharp eyes locked onto the fallen Chuchan, her expression turning serious in an instant. "Is there a problem?" Her voice was calm and penetrating, like a cold wind cutting through the tense atmosphere.
Chuchan struggled on the ground, trying hard to make his voice sound firm rather than panicked. "Someone's coming!" he managed to say, despite the gasps in his voice, successfully catching Vivian's attention.
Vivian didn't ask a second time. She quickly got up from the sofa, turned around, and kicked Mud who was dozing off in the corner. This kick not only carried Vivian's dissatisfaction but also urgency, as if it was her direct response to the imminent danger.
Mud was awakened by a kick and was still a bit groggy at first, but when he saw Vivian's serious face, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. He quickly sprang up from the ground, almost instinctively assuming a combat-ready posture, while swiftly scanning the surroundings, trying to determine the potential threats' positions and nature.
Vivian's voice pierced the silence in the room, her words carrying an undeniable authority, "Get up quickly, we have guests... get ready to receive them." Her tone was calm but carried an underlying sense of tension. Under Vivian's command, Mud quickly snapped to attention, nodding as every trace of fatigue seemed to dissipate in the face of urgency.
Chuchan, after a few seconds of effort, finally regained the ability to stand. Although his steps were still unsteady, he could now support himself and move. Seeing Vivian already turning towards the stairs, Mud and Chuchan exchanged a glance, as if reaching some unspoken agreement.
Vivian descended the stairs with determination, each step seeming to gather strength for the impending confrontation. Her figure exuded a lonely yet resolute beauty, as if she were an unyielding light in this post-apocalyptic world.
Mud and Chuchan then turned to the window, nodded at each other tacitly, and began to carefully climb out. Their movements were cautious and swift, as if they were already familiar with surviving in this abandoned city. Their eyes were alert, ready to respond to any potential situation.
The night enveloped Rado City, with only the moonlight and starlight adding a mysterious touch to the desolate city. Mud and Chuchan moved forward in the darkness, their figures appearing and disappearing in the night, like ghosts in the city, silently guarding the order and chaos of this land.
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