The gate moved sideways as two burly men with guns stood on each side of the gate ready to kill any infected that dares to infiltrate the camp using this gap.
Without waiting for further ado, Gwent thrust his car out of the camp madly. They had to maintain a high speed so that the notorious divine realm infected doesn't catch up with them and also to run over them at the same momentum without rolling over.
Grinning widely with his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes fixed on the road, just like Gwent, Ryan was not left out. His illuminated truck thrust out of the camp at an insane speed following behind Gwent's. The cars parked on the streets were nothing in front of this destroyer. It passed through them as if they were not there while the conners of the road were like a straight way to this destroyer.
