A few kilometers away from Altera another group of refugees had formed, heading towards its direction.
It was a group of about a hundred or so people, all covered in blood and grime, with their clothes mostly torn, making them look extremely pitiful.
As they dragged their legs forward, their backs were slumped, movement lethargic. After going through such long struggle, their overall disposition had become depressing.
Some of these people's eyes were already dead, just walking along with the crowd. Some could still fight the mobs that they encountered, while most would just stand by as the monsters came.
If it weren't for a new group of 'guards' guiding them to a new territory, half of them would've already perished ages ago.
So now they were following these guards, but with very low expectations.
Jun and his family were one of these people.
