Justin's voice echoed through the air. "I have no intention of giving up my house! I doubt the other survivors feel differently. Therefore, the only solution seems to be sending you back."
"Wait, how can you say that after bringing us here yourself...!" one man protested.
"I truly apologize for that. But, as some form of compensation, you may take as much food as you can carry from any convenience store we pass on our way back! The owners are all dead, so there's no one to stop you!" Justin replied, his expression unyielding.
The faces of the people before him turned pale. They clearly remembered the mangled corpses they had seen before. The memory haunted them—a grim reminder that such tragedies could happen anywhere that wasn't the safety of a designated shelter.
Justin intensified his voice, adding, "Now, anyone wishing to go back, step forward! I will personally escort you! Since you dislike the safety zone so much, it's the least I can do!"
