Surviving the Apocalypse with Five Children [MTL]

Chapter 152-155 [EXTRA]

Chapter 152: Story of Wen Runhan

A thin and frail little boy hid in the corner, watching other boys and girls happily fighting over the scraps of food on the table, smudges of food sticking to their mouths.

The boy was around three or four years old, wearing tattered clothes. His clothes had been worn for who knows how long, and they were so dirty that the original pattern was unrecognizable.

His body was so emaciated that only bones remained. He weighed no more than forty catties (around 44 pounds). His eyes, dark like grapes, had become hollow.

He had been hungry for two days, with many wounds on his body, some even oozing blood.

A rather chubby boy of about five or six years old walked over.

Kicking the little boy a few times, he sneered, "You bastard, a parentless dog like you, you think you can eat with your condition? You won't even be fed to the dogs."

The chubby boy's name was Liu Dazhuang. He was the son of the matron and was treated like a treasure, so much so that he was nearly round from all the eating.

Squinting his small eyes, he shuffled a bit and then...

A strong smell of urine wafted over. The little boy's hard, dry steamed bun was doused in Liu Dazhuang's urine.

Due to malnutrition, the boy was very short in stature. Perhaps unable to tolerate the constant bullying, he stood up and shoved the hard, dry steamed bun he held into his mouth while Liu Dazhuang was talking.

Seizing the opportunity, he ran back to his room, closing and locking the door tightly.

He looked at his thin, bony little hands, lowered his gaze, and washed his hands with soap countless times in the bathroom.

He had been unwilling to eat that hard, dry steamed bun.

He rarely had meals, and sometimes he couldn't even find food. Whatever food was available would be snatched away by others.

So, most of the time, he went hungry. He had planned to eat the hard, dry steamed bun only when he couldn't bear it any longer.

As a result, it disappeared.

Tears fell drop by drop as he curled up in the corner near the door.

Since he could remember, he had known that he had no parents. He had been here since he was young.

Because he was small, he was often bullied by others, and he couldn't fight back against the group of people who picked on him. Even the matron wasn't kind to him.

And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Ever since he could remember, he had never been full. He was often hungry, and even having a warm meal was a luxury.

He had never tasted rice before. He would watch others eat it and couldn't help but yearn for it.

Occasional waves of pain would wash over him, causing his body to tremble a few times.

Sniffling, his eyes turned red.

They were even slightly swollen. He curled up his thin, weak body and fell into a restless sleep.

The sound of his stomach rumbling echoed, enduring the pangs of hunger as he drifted off.

Time passed by.

From yearning for a better life to eventually falling into despair.

Rumbling...

The nighttime sky gradually turned colder, the weather becoming unusual as a chill settled in. Laughter rang out from the orphanage.