In the darkness, a militant accidentally triggered a trap mechanism as he advanced. Not far from him, a few beer bottles dropped, hitting the rock floor and shattering with a loud crash. In the lonely and quiet night, the sound was amplified.
"ENEMIES!" A bus filled with night guards who were half asleep awoke and shouted loudly.
After the apocalypse, danger was everywhere. With fearsome zombies, fierce mutant beasts and even humans who became depraved, nowhere was safe. Without any preparation or safety, no one could even think of wandering around freely now, as it meant death.
The survivors in the buses awoke with a start as they looked out into the dark with fear, and sat helplessly in their own seats. All they could do was wait.
The bus drivers had also woken up at the start and had prepared their engines to drive off. Only by starting their vehicles could they break free from the ambush. As for retaliation, the thought had never even crossed their minds.
