The next morning, the camp stirred before dawn as the survivors gathered at the coliseum's metal doors. Feiyun, Finch, Yanxia, Jenna, Bryan, Bruce and the survivors gathered their meager belongings and prepared for the journey ahead. The air was heavy with tension and anticipation.
They decided against using vehicles and instead journeying through isolated areas to avoid previous bustling sites and locations currently filled with zombies, monsters and other creatures. Using vehicles for their journey would attract said dangers.
Bryan, leaning on a makeshift walking stick, was the first to break the silence as they began their journey. "It still feels unreal. One day, we were just surviving, and now… we're walking into a world we barely recognize."
Jenna, who seemed to have regained some of her strength, stood beside him. "None of this makes sense, but I guess we don't have a choice but to keep moving forward."
