Hope is like food.
You can't go without it.
The government was once their hope.
Until time passed and that flicker of hope gradually extinguished.
Thousands of survivors hid like rats, terrified of making even the slightest noise, lest they be devoured by those ever-present Wraiths outside.
The company's people later rescued them from various neighborhoods, shops, and even schools.
And so a new hope was born.
It didn't matter whether it was Lin Mo or the kids, their thinking was now very simple.
They wanted to survive by any means possible, and it was best to find a job in the company, so they would never have to worry about going hungry again.
Only those who have starved know how painful that feeling is.
You wish you could swallow everything you see.
As for the military—
Besides the intermittent broadcasts, there was nothing else.
