The convoy of armored trucks and vehicles stretched out like a fortified serpent winding through the rugged road toward Icelorn Basin, a low hum of engines could be heard all along the desolate highway, but loud enough that you could barely hear the wind.
These roads used to be packed with traffic and life, but now they seemed abandoned filled with silence and the aftermath of surge.
While each vehicle in the convoy was reinforced and packed with supplies like food, ammunition, and gears, however the most valuable thing they carried was their families.
And currently they were secured in the most fortified sections of the convoy, behind reinforced windows that shielded them from the dangers of the outside world. Some tried to rest, though their sleep was uneasy while others stared out the windows at the broken landscape, their eyes weary but watchful.
