Mack and his team increased their pace when they realized the gathering thunderstorm. In a couple of minutes, a couple of weak beasts lay amid the street with the ground covered in blood but were quickly washed away by the continuous flow of water.
"How far are we from the ark?" Mack asked one of his men.
"About 2 kilometers from the ark."
When he heard this, he creased his brow and looked at the few supplies in their hands, and shook his head. 'This area had been looted, leaving only the remnant. Besides, we didn't detect any traces of humans.'
"We're moving too slow. We need to increase our pace more." He commanded in a solemn voice.
Quickly, the group increased their speed and turned to light jogging. Unknown to him, the more he journeys deeper into the city, the happier those behind them are.
"When should we strike? They've long departed from the others…. Perhaps, we are waiting for the others to join us." A man asked, staring at the middle-aged woman.
