Making a post-apocalyptic game: Depressing all players

No anesthetic! At eleven years old, she wants to sew herself?

But finally.

Good nature.

Still overcoming the fears in her mind and her father’s majesty, the hesitation in Sasha’s eyes disappeared, and she had already decided in her heart what to do next.

“I heard my father say before that the bandages have been used up, but I know that his first aid kit should have tools for cleaning wounds and suturing tools.” ”

Don’t be afraid, I…will help you!”

Clementine looked at her There was gratitude that was hard to hide. Looking at Sasha, a girl slightly older than herself, she said very sincerely: “Thank you!”

…

See this.

Many friends in the live broadcast room still dare not let go.

The barrages are rolling and circulating.

“Different education methods, same girls, different personalities.”

“Actually, if a girl like Sasha is in a normal world and has never been in the end of the world, her kind and gentle personality is really good. ”

Actually, it’s not different education methods. If Clementine’s parents were still alive, they would definitely protect her at all costs. It can only be said that the situations faced by the two people are different.” ”

Clay I don’t know if Man Ting’s parents will protect her at all costs, but I know that if Li is still alive, they will definitely do so, even if it costs their lives.” “

Yes, Man Ting was homeless after Li’s death. She’s not living a good life.”

“But at the same time, she’s growing up much faster.” ”

Li also taught Clementine the most important thing – to be strong.” ”

Am I the only one who cares right now? After watching for a long time, even if Clementine gets those medical tools, bandages, and disinfectant, how will she be treated next without being discovered by the doctor?” ”

Who knows? Let’s see then.”

While millions of people were talking in the live broadcast room, Sasha had already turned around and left the attic. He quickly found the treatment tools for her and the two introduced themselves.

“My name is Sasha, I’m fifteen.”

“My name is Clementine, I’m about to be twelve.”

“We are friends.”

“Yes.”

“Last time I met a girl who was about the same age. It was a long time ago, and we can become very good friends, because I know it must be difficult for a girl to live alone.”

Four different options appeared in front of Clementine’s eyes.

A: Yes, we became friends the moment you decided to help me. (25%)

B: You are wrong. You are three years older than me, so we are not the same age. (45%)

C: You are 15 years old, but you are still so childish. You can only be protected by adults. (25%)

D: We just met and are not friends yet. (5%)

Sasha held out her little finger, and Clementine stepped forward.

“It’s hard to have a friend you trust. Many people say they are friends, but then turn around and do some bad things. I hope we won’t be like this.” ”

Of course.”

The two hooked up.

Clementine took the disinfectant and turned to a bedroom. She found a needle in the bathroom, and all she was missing now was some bandages.

But at this moment.

The bedroom door suddenly opened.

The pregnant woman walked in, and Clementine immediately chose to hide in the cabinet. She kept talking to herself, and her words were obviously very pessimistic.

“I…must give birth to this child.”

“I hope…he can be a boy.”

The woman stood in front of the mirror and sobbed. After a long time, she left. Clementine listened to her footsteps. After walking away, he walked out of the cabinet.

Start looking for other supplies.

It turns out that Sasha was right, the bandages have been used up.

So Clementine found a substitute for the bandage – a roll of printed gauze. Although it was not a real bandage, it could also help stop the bleeding.

After finding all these supplies.

Clementine quietly left the cabin and returned to the cabin where she was imprisoned.

By faint light.

Disinfectant, needle, thread, printed gauze.

Place them on the table in turn.

Without any hesitation in her eyes, Clementine opened the sleeve of the arm that was bitten by the dog, then opened the disinfectant, raised it up, and prepared to sprinkle it on the wound…

See this.

Millions of live broadcast room viewers fell into silence.

Clay…Clementine is planning to perform the suturing process herself? ? ?

Everyone felt an unprecedented heartache.

After Li died.

This little loli is struggling alone in the apocalypse.

It’s really too bitter.

After a moment of silence, the barrages rolled in like a tide and kept coming.

“No way? She is only 11 years old. I once accidentally fell. After the suturing, even if I was given anesthesia, once the effect of the medicine wore off, I couldn’t bear the pain.” ”

Second, I once had an anesthetic. A small bag surgery, that painful and swollen boss, when the sutures were pulled out, I wished I could cut it permanently on the spot.” ”

Only trained soldiers and special forces can get used to this kind of pain. Ordinary people, even adults Men cannot perform sterilization and suturing themselves.”

“The torture of fate and the desire to survive are the best anesthetics.” ”

Life is always so painful.”

“It hurts.”

“If I had a daughter, Now that we are experiencing this situation, I will be really sad and sad. Clementine is only 11 years old and she is really strong now.”

commented on the barrage.

Clementine had already picked up the disinfectant and poured it on the infected and rotten wounds. The moment the irritation of the drug came into contact with the skin and flesh on the young arms.

The heartbreaking pain penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Clementine dropped the disinfectant in her other hand.

The pain in the injured arm was unbearable.

Heartbreaking is not an adjective at this moment.

But what really happened.

She suppressed herself from moaning and screaming, and just tightly covered her injured arm, letting the disinfectant flow unbridled on the horrific wound.

Finally, Clay couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Ah -”

“It’s okay, it will be okay, I will be okay.”

She said to herself, constantly comforting herself.

After a few minutes, it seemed that the time for disinfection was almost up.

Clementine looked at the needlework on the table, swallowed involuntarily, gritted her teeth and said, “Okay, now it’s time to get to the most interesting part.”

Threading the needle and thread, it was a matter of course.

She picked up the needle and looked at the wound on her arm.

Finally, it still stabbed the flesh.

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