"When will such days end?"
Madam Liu, struck as by a bolt from the blue, felt only darkness ahead, her recently built confidence shattered.
"Malaria isn't as severe as an epidemic, don't be too pessimistic," Bai Junjun comforted softly.
For her, such a desperate situation was actually quite normal, having faced the true bleakness of the Apocalypse, where resources were scarce and cities besieged by zombies. Despite this, humanity had persisted for 666 years, and she believed that even if the leaders of the four major bases died, those alive would still strive to survive.
If such was the case during the Apocalypse, how much more so in this resource-rich land?
Wars, famines, diseases, and bandits were minor challenges compared to the Apocalypse; with some grit, one could always get through.
The others, unaware of Bai Junjun's experiences, saw her as remarkably resilient for her young age, her tenacity far more reliable than theirs.
