I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Collapsed shop signs soaked in muddy water on the street.

Several old-style houses were leaning, the roofs were missing, and the rainwater kept washing away the furniture inside. There were many things floating in the stagnant water: clothes, plastic basins, and half a leaky basketball.

I don’t know where the vague voice from the radio station came from: "呵呵...the fourth day after Hurricane Jennifer hit South Sasha... Hurricane Jennifer, which was originally predicted to land in Mexico, suddenly changed direction in the early morning of November 11th, and finally 7 It landed in South Sasha on the evening of the 7st... Most of the areas adjacent to the Gulf of Mexico suffered heavy losses, and the traffic was paralyzed..."

The wind has subsided, but the momentum of the torrential rain has not diminished.

An apple was washed over by the current, half-floating and half-sinking, walking through various sundries.The rain knocked it down and floated to a sheltered place above, where the apple popped out tenaciously.

This "difficult" journey was suddenly interrupted.

A thin hand stretched out from the dark, quickly scooped up the apple from the muddy stagnant water, wiped the apple with the clothes on his body indiscriminately, and couldn't wait to bite on it.

The rain beat on his face, and his auburn hair was wet against his forehead.

He held the apple and gnawed hard, like a frightened hamster, with freckled cheeks puffed up, looking around anxiously.After a slight clicking sound, the boy reluctantly threw the half-bitten fruit core back into the water.

His name is Johnson Brown.

14 years old, just in ninth grade.

In the evening about four days ago, he blew up his school...

Johnson was thin for an American boy his age.Because of his poor family background, he wore ill-fitting old clothes from relief stations, often did not wear socks in dirty sneakers, and his hair could not be well combed. All this made Johnson look sloppy and became a public servant The object of much ridicule in school.

His textbooks were torn into pieces, the homework he handed in disappeared, and he was severely reprimanded by the teacher.

The finished products of the handicraft class were smashed, and the cabinets were often pried open, and mud and rat corpses were stuffed in. Once it turned out to be a skinned rabbit.

Johnson didn't know who did it, and people around him whistled to see him make a fool of himself.

If he told the teacher, not only would he not be able to find out, but he would also face intensified retaliation.

He endured it without saying a word, and gradually, this cold violence escalated.

The classmate who was playing basketball rudely knocked the passing Johnson to the ground, said sorry, picked up a tooth he knocked out with a smile and laughed loudly. A 14-year-old boy, with fists squeezed and arms not half as thick as his classmates, looks like a chicken.The opponent "unintentionally" smashed it with his elbow, and he fell headlong on the lawn again.

From then on, his body was often bruised and bruised, which was caused by him "accidentally" falling and hitting him.

In the last year a new public school teacher has come to help him, but Johnson's condition has not improved.

Lawyers who provide free services to victims of school violence came to the school. Except for the teacher, no one in the school came forward to testify that Johnson had been bullied.

People always have a misconception that those who are victimized by school violence are good students.

Sometimes it is the good students who use violence, the sunny boys whom everyone loves, while the victims are the children who are disliked by teachers and hated by their peers.

By bullying these scruffy kids who hide in the shadows, school idols gain more adoration.

Johnson is called a "sloppy student who doesn't hand in homework" by other teachers, a "little bug" and a "lazy pig" among his peers, and his family lived in a slum two years ago. Who will stand up for him?

Even the only female teacher who spoke up for him was dismissed by the school two months ago because she could not produce valid evidence.

With bruises on his raincoat-exposed arms, Johnson climbed up a small steep slope formed by furniture and fallen windows, huddled behind a large wardrobe, and sheltered from the rain with a tin bucket on top of it.

Thinking of the disaster four days ago, Johnson turned pale.

***

The sky was gloomy that morning, and the algebra class in the morning had just started, and the school radio rang, and an urgent transfer notice was issued.

The hurricane changed direction, with new predicted landfalls, the closest being less than a hundred kilometers from the small city.

While South Saskatchewan is often affected by hurricanes, few hurricanes make direct landfall here.The teachers panicked and arranged for all the students to get on the school bus.

The school was in chaos. Some parents who got the news rushed to the school, and some parents received calls from their parents, who were going to the primary school to pick up their younger siblings' children.

Johnson waited for a long time, but couldn't get on the school bus. Seeing that the campus became empty, he had to lower his head and prepare to go home. When he passed the grove, a few guys who often troubled him jumped out and wrapped them in black plastic bags. A few punches on his head knocked him unconscious, and he was lifted into the school's substation.

And locked the door.

Johnson had been tricked into locking him overnight in the school gymnasium, as well as warehouses, laboratories, and so on.

Johnson was an orphan, and he lived with his uncle Lake, who was never married.Lake is a gambler, he doesn't come home 20 days a month, and Johnson doesn't come home at night, he won't come looking for him at all.

These half-aged teenagers who attend public schools are completely unaware of the badness and seriousness of their behavior.

For them, a hurricane is a boring time when trees and signboards are blown off, they cannot go out, there are occasional power outages, roads are flooded, schools are closed, and parents do not go to work.

They had endless ideas for playing tricks on Johnson.

At first they squatted outside the locked gymnasium and listened to Johnson's yelling. After many times, they found that this kid didn't cry or scream, and he could only be locked up for one night at most.

No, a hurricane warning!

The teenagers immediately became excited. They believed that they locked Johnson in a place this time, and they might not be discovered until two days later!Think about it, the wind was blowing, the sky was dark, poor Johnson was locked in the substation, and no one came, didn't he pee his pants in fear?

Doing what they thought, the teenagers eluded their teachers and parents and sneaked out to attack Johnson.

Behind the grove is the substation, just right!Anyway, the electric switch of the whole school was pulled, and it was pitch black, so we just threw Johnson in, and he would be found out quickly, lest this lazy pig really starve to death without eating for two days.

After locking the outside door, the teenagers triumphantly returned home, only to be scolded and dragged into the car by their anxious parents. The teenagers clamored to bring tablets, baseball bats, and roller skates, but they were all ignored by their parents.

Sitting in the back of the car, watching the people in the whole city drive out of the city in a panic, the teenagers finally felt that the situation was not good, the hurricane was coming, shouldn't they sleep in at home, eat hot dogs and play video games?

"Cities could be flooded."

"It's a Category [-] hurricane, God bless our house! It's so old and old, I'm afraid it won't hold up."

"We have insured the house, what, you forgot to bring the insurance policy! Go back!" "Shut up! Do you want to go back and find yourself dead?"

The adults cursed and made noise anxiously, completely ignoring the frightened expression of their children.

The school building is newly built and very solid. There was nothing wrong with the hurricane before, and it must be fine this time.The teenagers thought this way, and none of the teenagers dared to say that Johnson was still locked up in the school.

Because if you talk about it, you will mention the bullying of your classmates in the past.

Perhaps more serious, school violence will be sentenced to prison.

Johnson was not completely in a coma. He woke up not long after the group of teenagers had left.

The substation had no windows, and it was pitch black everywhere. He groped his way to the duty room and pressed the switch on the wall, but the lights didn’t turn on. Thankfully, there was an electronic watch with a broken screen in the drawer.With the faint fluorescent light, he also found a fully charged flashlight on the table.After turning the duty room upside down, the loot was two cans of beer and a bag of potato chips secretly hidden by the duty staff.

Johnson keeps these items at his feet, ready to get through the next two days.

He thought the same as those boys.

Johnson wasn't too scared. The school's substation was not small and had vents, except for the black.

The two days may be a bit tough, but compared to his house in an old neighborhood, maybe the school is still safe.

This thought disappeared after a few hours, and the horrible sound of wind came through the thick door, like the roar of the devil from the bottom of hell.

Johnson ducked under the table and shivered.

The sound of the wind was getting louder and louder, like the scream of a female ghost, mixed with extremely chaotic noises.

——Hurricane Jennifer moved north along the Gulf of Mexico after changing the direction of the wind, with wind speeds reaching 220 kilometers per hour and upgraded to a Category 8 hurricane.People thought it would land in South Sasha in the early morning of the 7th, but it arrived in the evening of the [-]th.

Those who have not yet evacuated face a catastrophe.

What is impasse?

Johnson hugged his head and curled up in fear. After several hours of panic, he finally realized that it was just the prelude to the hurricane, and the real storm had just arrived.

He lay on the ground, but the ground was shaking, no, the house was shaking.

The creaking sound was so clear in the howling wind.Everything was shifting. Johnson never imagined that being in a house would be like sitting on a boat, with his vision shaking and unfixed things crackling and falling.

There were sparks in the substation, and something smashed the equipment.

The third floor was gone, and then the second floor... When the ceiling flew out, Johnson closed his eyes tightly and grabbed the table legs in vain. Suddenly, the terrible voice in his ears stopped.

Johnson opened his eyes, staring blankly at the strange scene in front of him.

The world stands still.

Above the head is a dark and terrifying sky, like a graffitied oil painting, cream poured with squid ink, and there are messy traces of air currents and strong winds everywhere.

Many things that were swept away by the wind stopped in the air, and the raindrops also solidified in a stagnant posture, unable to fall to the ground. Johnson carefully reached out to touch it, and his palm was wet.

Outside the half-destroyed substation, there are collapsed teaching buildings and a grove that has been razed to the ground.

Jishui is half the height of Johnson, and the familiar campus has become a vast ocean.

The storm hit from the end of the sky to the other side, separated by the blurred rain curtain, the sky was boundless.

This doomsday scene made Johnson almost think he had fallen into hell.

The thin body trembled uncontrollably, and a terrifying force burst out——

"what!"

With the substation as the center, a beam of lightning and lightning appeared in the clouds.

The sky is like a torn canvas, with thunder light constantly leaking down, connecting the sky and the earth. This dazzling golden color is full of terrifying power, and instantly the entire public high school is submerged in thunder and lightning.

The remaining frame of the building disintegrated, the surviving houses collapsed, and the aftermath of thunder and lightning spread out along the water surface, like a huge golden net.

Immediately after the appearance of the violent wind vortex, it pulled the flying smoke and debris to the sky, and the storm grinned like a devil.

The awakening of the S-level power user.

The abandoned world broke away, and the terrifying sound of the hurricane reappeared.

Johnson was swept into the sky by the wind, he struggled in panic, an invisible force wrapped his body, and took him far, far away.

In the end, he fell into the ruins of the house unscathed, and realized that he seemed to have blown up the school...

The author has something to say: Johnson's awakening method is similar to the awakening mode in Li Fei's original work. It is a life-and-death situation, and he just pulls himself into the abandoned world-gathering power-releasing-returning to the real world, using supernatural powers to save his life→ _→