"These are all dead people, they suffered persecution, died in the shelter, and were thrown outside."
Feng Jing and the others looked around, memories of past scenes flashed back in their minds.
It was a cruel, terrifying, unimaginable hell on earth.
To survive, you have to think of all sorts of ways, even to the point of fighting to the death with others.
Lin Fan frowned slightly; the situation before him was more frightening than he had imagined.
Accompanied by the rusting vehicles around them, and the rarely seen crows perched on utility poles waiting to scavenge, his mood was quite heavy. Such an environment would be hard for anyone to accept.
"Heh heh..."
At this moment, a gloomy laugh was heard.
Suddenly, a piece of disguised ground lifted, and a figure quickly crawled out from within.
The person was filthy from head to toe, with a slightly manic expression, holding a gun, and glaring at Lin Fan and the others with a menacing look.
