On the main east road that leads to Black Haven, a group of eleven people, made of one woman, three children, one young adult and six middle-aged men, were huddled together as they traveled.
Each men held one short sword as they warily advanced forward. It was already well-known by the survivors that the surrounding area has already been cleared of carriers, but it wasn't general knowledge for Gilbert and his friends.
They were fighting for the marina since the start and have never ventured out. Knowing nothing about the current news or events, they walked cautiously along the way.
A group of three teenagers were walking towards them and Gilbert could heard them speaking to each other while chuckling.
"Must be newcomers."
"Yeah. Let's greet them."
The two men in front raised their hands as they greeted him while the lady at the back followed after them.
The lady behind the two stepped forward and greeted first.
