"We have survivors here!" Mathew shouted, turning his eyes away from the gruesome sight within the truck to alert everyone.
The excursion was aimed at two things. Gathering supplies that could allow them to use fewer cores to sustain the already existing survivors and then go through with the bet between Carol and the hunter. But now that they found some people who were left alive after the apocalypse, all Mathew's plans from before turned to void.
Because just like he realized earlier, the thing that they lacked the most right now wasn't weapons. It wasn't the cores either.
It was the number of people.
"Can you move?" Mathew turned his face towards the insides of the truck.
They were all covered with blood as if someone exploded from within. And yet, within this disaster-like scene, there was a group of three people, two women, and one man, lying on the bloodied floor and whining.
