"...Unbelievable."
"Is this the same place we visited last time?"
Following the guard's steps from the moment they entered the southern entrance of Linghu Wetland Park, a look of astonishment never left Mr. Lister's face.
A straight cement path under their feet stretched all the way from the park's southern gate into the fortress in the forest.
The road seemed to have been freshly laid.
But there was nothing particularly surprising about that.
Simply leveling the ground slightly and applying a layer of cement is something any slightly organized survivor settlement could manage, if they chose to.
However, for a survivor settlement of barely a hundred people, this was indeed surprising.
Mr. Lister suddenly spoke up,
"When did we last visit?"
The guard walking beside Mr. Lister hesitated for a moment before responding,
"...I think it was October."
