For days Ao (yes) cried and awesome.
The electricity in the room did not turn on. I put an energy gel by the bed and a bottle for a run, I was hungry and mouthed when I was thirsty (throat), I remember that the calories I needed a day were about 1500 kcal, but because I couldn't move, I could live with just a few gels.
Being in bed brings back memories of my parents. He cried again with it. The memories were twisted across town, not just about the two of them. That night, his parents weren't the only ones he lost. He lost his town.
A speaker from the bureau was back-announcing that the town had been designated as an evacuation area. He heard it lying in bed.
There was someone ringing the doorway chime. When the sky was not answering, he called out "is anyone there" and knocked on the door. The Ether did not move.
I thought I was going to die of illness. I still get a fever at night. I don't get metal spears, but I get sand on my body. Whenever I was like my parents, it shouldn't have been weird.
But he's alive. My body says I won't die.
One day, I was downstairs and went into the bathroom. Urine was bright yellow. They lack moisture.
When I headed to the kitchen to drink water, I thought I heard something.
The pale stood, and his ears were clear.
I have another voice. From the outside.
Wearing sneakers at the front door, I went outside. My legs flutter. Mountains were a huge shadow in the evening sky. I hear voices again.
It's a dog. That stupid dog is barking.
My neighbor Wada and his wife took care of me when I was little. When my mother came home late, she gave it to me at home and fed me snacks and such. I have been alienated since I graduated from elementary school. My mother told me about your son leaving the house after he got a job and started having dogs.
The pale entered through the gates of the surface. Two cars are parked. There was a large home garden, and a brown wooden dog came out of the kennel by its side. I look at the pale and bark, but my voice is less powerful than usual.
"You've been here forever."
The sky called out. The dog is chained. Plates placed on the ground are empty (from).
"Wait. I'll get you some food and water."
The Ether picked up a plate for him. Head to the front door and stop your legs.
I knew you'd come too.
I'll untie the dog. I'd rather have my family accompany me than go into someone else's house alone.
The front door wasn't locked. "I'm sorry to bother you," he says, taking off his shoes and lifting up. It's an approximate house, but I kind of smelled nostalgic.
Haven't been here for a while, but I remembered the interval. Don't hesitate to reach the kitchen.
I remember that there was a lot going on under the flush, and when I opened the door, there were cans, etc. I also found a couple ramen. Makes me want to eat asexually. I haven't spoken of anything warm, solid in a while.
There were two types of dog food. Both seals are open.
"Hey, which is better"
Call, but no reply. The sky retreated into the hallway.
A dog is scratching the toilet door with his front leg.
"What is it? Do you have something?"
When the sky pulled away, it was strangely heavy. Something falls down and I get slapped on the floor.
"Wow."
He screamed and fell as he hit the wall trying to escape.
Wada's uncle rolled on the floor. I put my cheeks on the floor and my mouth is open without hesitation. He was running brown and clear juice, unlike tears from his eyes. The look of bitterness and boredom is as if he is blaming the sky.
Heaven knows he had dark hair, but is now bright white. My hairline scalp was watery and swollen, and when I touched it, it seemed to bounce.
Out-of-season fatty flies (yes) flew with such feathers.
"Oh, shit...... fucking shit"
The sky slammed the floor with fists (kobushi). Shitty memories come back to life - the gym that night.
The only thing to bear is the death of my parents. The other bodies are overloaded.
I leaned back and covered my face with my hands. Nausea and tears strike again. The flooring on the floor that hits my back is relatively cold.
The dog was sniffing. The pale raised his face.
The dog moved his nose closer to the owner's face and licked the juice dripping from his eyes.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't."
The Ether stood up and grabbed the collar. "Behave yourself."
I'm going straight to the kitchen. When I show him a bag of dog food, he jumps and tries to eat it, so I take it. The pale thought and took the couple ramen in his hand. Take the cans appropriately and pack them in your sweatpant pocket. The dog food held aside.
The hallway was narrow and blocked with corpses. I have no choice but to cross (again).
"Uncle, I'm taking this guy"
He looked down at the dog waving his tail at his feet. "And then I'll get some food. For this guy and me."
When I was little, I was so nervous when I was in this house and my uncle came home from work. Why did you think that when you weren't anything to be afraid of? Strange now.
Put the food on the front door and he headed to the bedroom.
Open the inlet (fusima). I was also prepared to have my aunt's body in there, but fortunately it didn't.
He snapped his blanket. Return to the hallway and apply to your uncle's body. black metal peeking at his neck muscles wearing a fleece jacket. My back swells big and looks like a tumour (kobu).
"Uncle, I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything for you."
The sky left the house to cover its face. It smelled like a river outside. Always drift and wrap up the town at this hour of the evening.
And the dog that ran toward his house came again, and made him hasty.
The dog was kept in the garden in the neighborhood, but he let it in.
Place dishes on the kitchen floor and open dog food.
"Hmm? Was it a little too much"
As he read the letter of the package to know the proper amount, the dog jumped and started eating. I have so much momentum that I can't even get too much money back into the bag. I'll put water in the other plate.
Boil water in an electric kettle.
Pouring the boiling water into the coupler ramen raised a fluffy smell. The lid (lid) says to wait 3 minutes, but the sky couldn't stand it and stuck with the chopsticks.
The noodles (mens) hadn't smoked hot water yet, and it was like eating a shredded piece of paper wet. But it's good. It's warm and warm, and it's not the same as the gel I've been drinking these days. The pale sighed loudly and blew out the hot air.
I don't mind burns (burns) in his mouth. He ate (mumbles). Only half of the open lid gets in the way, peels (ha) and discards. I put my mouth on the cup and sipped (soaked) to the edge of the fine noodles. Drink the leftover soup. I thought it was mostly cold already, but it was hot and irresistible that it flowed down to the back of my throat against my will.
When I look, a dog is looking up at him on the floor.
"What. Have you eaten already?"
The dog has no heart or looks more serene than earlier. When the sky drank the soup, it drank water from the glass. It's cold, not like I put it in a bottle and left it in my room. I feel that the aftertaste of the ramen left in my mouth and throat has been washed away and fitted firmly in my stomach.
Brushed his teeth and the pale rose upstairs. I pull it off because the dog I follow tries to smell dry vomit (and) diarrhea (shabu-shabu) on the floor.
When I fell into bed, I smelled sweat. The bowing posture reminded him of the body earlier, and the sky slammed him back and closed his eyes. The dog sleeps on the floor. It was kind of odd that there was a different breathing noise than my own in the room, but when I concentrated my consciousness there was no longer any footage of cold feet or stretched faces that I couldn't get out of my head these days.
He leaned over to the edge of the bed and stroked his hairs with his fingertips, feeling so damp.
The next morning the pale, still awake in the dark, peeled the sheets out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Leave it in the washing machine with what you're wearing. The top and bottom of the sweatshirt remained on all the time, making it smell like sweat.
Take a shower. It's been days. I have sand on my neck. When the dog opens the door because he wants to go in, he hates the water (Mizu) splash (Shibuki) and runs away.
I was up from the bath, wearing a sweater and jeans.
Go to the kitchen and set the rice in a rice cooker.
Dry onto the veranda upstairs because the laundry is done.
When I tried to turn on the smartphone, the battery was dead, so I inserted the charging cable.
I wiped the diarrhea in the hallway with a rag and the rice was cooked. It's a can of mackerel. Drop soy (soy) oil (yu) and stir over rice. My whole body is looking for food in an attempt to retrieve the muscles that fell while I was asleep. The rice was changed and the second cup was sautéed with kabayaki (sardines). The dog is also nosy and disappointed in the dog food.
I washed my clothes and went outside.
I don't wear strings (strings) on dogs. The dog ran and left it bouncing around.
I've never wanted to keep an animal before. I'm not interested in dogs, cats, hamsters, goldfish. I was always full of myself.
Still it's adorable to walk this dog's curly tail. Sometimes I try to get distracted by sprinkling this one.
The pale cheeks, shaking his jaw (chin). The dog rushes happily to see it.
He followed the dog down the slope and went out to the riverbank. Red leaves flow through the clear water. Dark colored leaves sink to the bottom. The waves cast a pale shadow at the bottom of the sandy river.
A dog mouths and drinks water. The sky sipped with its hands. I sigh at the cold.
It was a river I used to play at a young age. It's been years since I've touched this water. I put my hands together and squeezed, washing my face. I felt like the name of the sweat and fever that I had had at night had been wiped off.
He took off his shoes and went barefoot. Soak your feet in the river by wrapping around the hem of your jeans. Cold enough to be paralyzed. A pebble crossing the sand stabs the back of his leg. I hope humans started something crazy. A dog sees it with a lot of eyes.
The water level was about above the ankle rub. Your temperature is taken and you flow to the lake that lies ahead.
He took off his sweater and the T-shirt he was wearing underneath it on thought and let it go ashore. He's got his legs stuck out of his jeans and his boxer brief off too much. I walked straight into the stream naked.
Even the deepest part of the water was only to the knee. Above the river it was on the road as the wind was, and when it hit my body, I got goosebumps. He stroked his skin. My muscles are atrophied (squished) because I haven't eaten much for a few days.
He crouched and soaked himself in water to his waist. Turning upstream, cold water streamed between his legs, stroking his inner leg (of which his thighs), twitching his shrunken genitals, and tickling his anus away.
It was quiet. He was among the sounds (just nagging) echoing at the bottom of this town. Whether walking down the road or at home, this sound should have been in my ear, but not on the surface of consciousness. People are gone now, and this sound fills the empty space.
He pounded the water over his face and rubbed it hard. Fold your hips and water from your head. Everything in your body gets wet.
I thought everything bad that was in him would be washed away. That sickness I've never even seen comes from the outside. It can be cleansed. I won't let this body settle.
He looked around as he soaked himself in water. The mountain leaves are beautiful. Looking closely, each piece of leaf is likely to be identifiable, but if you distract yourself, you will look like one brocade covering the mountain.
This is how I used to crouch in the middle of the river when I was young. I feel like I've been here all these years.
I wonder what will happen to this town. I lost my inhabitants and got involved.
I've always thought of it as something to live in this town. That's how I dreamed of living.
My father asked me what I wanted to do and what I dreamed I couldn't answer. Now I can - I don't have anyone else to listen to.
This town is already dead, too.
There is land. I also have a house. There are rivers and mountains. But it doesn't form the body of the town anymore. He is now alive in what should be called the wreckage of a dream.
He decided not to cry anymore. The dream is coming to an end. I don't have time for tears.
After losing everything, this town is beautiful regardless. So I can live.
He poked his hand at the bottom of the river and sank his whole body into the stream in an arm-and-forth position. Grab an anti- (oh) sand on the force you try to push. Grains of sand crossed over to the coolness that stroked his skin, leaving him with a vibrant feel.