CHAPTER 1: The Road to the Whitehouse
Cima: It bursts! My God.
My heart jumps from nowhere when I step off a bottle of plastic alcohol. The place has been messed up since the calamities occured in Oaminda City. But thanks to it, I have a cure to my tiny scratch wounds. This place had a crack in its main path, the bridge to the Whitehouse.
The ground is like being swept by a broomstick and the rocks from the depth are uplifting the surface of this place. Maybe there is a food in it somehow that makes my stomach full, or a sausage that I long to taste for its tenderness.
Cima's only thinking is a food that can even last a day, a week or good for a month, not her dress which makes her an ugly human being. She sharpened her eyes every corner and every minute when her sweat fell, she licked it to maintain her energy. She grabbed one or more than a meter branch to be her defense and put it on her back.
On her attempt to the other side, she looked down underneath where all she could see was fear that never ended. What's in there? I think there is a man? Or only a dead form? She squeezes her head and hits her forehead. Wake up Cima! Roar to herself silently. She bravely encouraged herself, saying '' I am a bird ''. Upfront, she chose a broken concrete to land with.
Then she attempted to the flattened gray hard solid form on landing but when the thing meets her weight, she trembles and her hands are swinging more and make the concrete shaking. Suddenly, the concrete cuts into two. She screamed louder not because of the cockroaches crawling all over her body but because she nearly fell.
Luckily, she held on to the thick millimeter iron that in the past was a small bridge that connected to the Whitehouse. She actively climbs up. Hooh! Inhale,exhale Cima! Never look back Cima.
She walked straight and saw a '' No Parking! " broken sign. That's Emily car. Back then, she just smelled the floral fragrance and remaining dust whenever this car passed through her front. Even though this car smashed into the wall, she enjoyed herself touching and pushing the horn to satisfy her feelings. She hardly breathed when she hit the emergency airbag. One, two and more kick the break pedal. She steered the wheel clockwise and backwards. At that moment, when she slightly looked in the car's mirror, there is a man watching her. She hurried to open the front door and jumped outside the car.
They begin to move and especially their interest in her.
Cima nearly to step the stray thorn on her way. While the red-lustful eyes of Roello, who had a face that was the same as the burned skin but not from the fire cause. He had many pimple scars and a cut between his forehead that was something fresh and a tie of his not long hair with a rubberbond. While watching her running, Roello circled his tongue and bites his lips in a desperate mood. He had a rustful knife and was shouting at an injured man.
Roello: Hey Jecho! She is mine! Don't chase her!
Roello started to mark the ground in the form of an arc line by indicating that it was his territory and the dust bounced on his dirty toes. He gets a stone and throws it to Jecho, but he never hits him.
At that time, Jecho will not run fast but he's like a dog who senses the flesh of a woman who he is longing to crack with. His greasy brown hair that had covered his left eye and wore only a black catted short that his zipper can feel its atmosphere. He moves like someone's hypnotizing him.
While she's hard to breathe when running, orange-red, almost dried leaves float towards them caused by the changes of the wind. With lack of energy, the hair of Cima was grabbed by Jecho, who never felt tired. But Cima hit him with the stick in her hands and the head of Jecho was shaken. Then the blood flows to his sticky face and licks it like tomato sauce. An eager predator, Jecho smells the remaining hair of hers and puts it under his front short. On the other hand, Roello moves like puzzling the route. But Cima noticed that he was planning to make her tired. Then he predicted, waiting for that moment, she would get tired. It happened, and the two held her small body. But Cima is still trying to move and fight them. Suddenly, their ears hear the crack of the ground and, due to too much weight, or the reason is, the land had lost its hard potential. They fall underneath that only their screams can hear in the dark.