In a certain building in the city, more than a dozen figures were trembling.
They were all old, weak, sick, and disabled people who had gathered together to struggle for survival, suffering every moment of the day.
To them, everywhere they went was hell, and living was pain.
Unable to change their fate, they could only be like mice, carefully struggling to survive.
In the end, he did not expect to fall into the hands of his own kind after avoiding the monster's attack.
A group of survivors who were searching for supplies discovered their traces and rushed in like fiends.
the difference in strength between the two sides was like heaven and earth. the group of old, weak, sick, and disabled could only beg.
The sound of desperate crying reverberated in the broken building.
Looking at the old, weak, sick, and disabled who had no iron in their hands, the intruder did not have any pity at all. He only felt that he was extremely lucky.
