"Yes..." Upon hearing the station master mention their little homeland, everyone felt a sense of melancholy about leaving home.
After all, they had lived there for several years, or even decades. Some had been living there since the apocalypse began.
For instance, Zhang Feng was a local born and raised by the lakeside.
But at this moment, they had already fled nearly three thousand miles, crossing several provinces of the wasteland.
This was unimaginable to them.
"If it weren't for Brother Zhang, we would probably have died at the hands of those car bandits."
Perhaps affected by the spreading melancholy, someone sighed and said this sentence.
"Yes... and this tiger too..." Someone looked in fear at the fierce beast.
"We didn't need car bandits, nor this tiger." The bearded man was gnawing on a large bone, pointing at it as he said:
"Look at this, when we were over four hundred miles out, we encountered this mutated leopard.
