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I'm still alive.
It was the middle-aged man who saved me with a rooster.
It was dawn,and I finally got through this night.
District C was still like a coffin,a group of tombs.
But I never dared to step into it again.
I gave the middle-aged man all the money I had except for the money for the bus ticket.
Looking at this city,for the first time,I felt that the sunlight during the day was so beautiful.
Finally,after filling out the resignation form,I left here without looking back.
I embarked on the journey back to my hometown.
Looking at the city gradually fading away,I finally couldn't bear the burden and slumped in the seat of the vehicle.
I will never work as a night-shift food delivery rider again.
Why?
Because I'm afraid of death.
