After the disaster broke out, the survivors truly realized what it meant to be sparsely populated.
There was not a single person to be seen in the distance of tens of kilometers. Only some wild beasts appeared on both sides of the road.
Bones, debris, and car wreckage that had been randomly thrown away formed a very depressing scene.
The prosperity of the past no longer existed, and death and destruction were everywhere.
In such an environment, it was easy to collapse and despair. Only by holding onto a trace of hope in one's heart could one have the possibility of surviving.
Even though the apocalypse had arrived, there were still a large group of people who were working hard to save the world.
A whistling sound came from the distance. It was the unique roar of machines. After the apocalypse, the roar of such machines became less and less.
