Two days later, Ling Mo and his group finally reached a town closest to the arsenal.
By this time, they had long abandoned their vehicles. Except for a few zombies, all three humans, including Ling Mo, were somewhat weary.
Among them, Fang Zhou was the most frustrated... They had been rushing almost nonstop along the way. When he reluctantly asked, the answer was that the sooner they arrived, the sooner they could prepare. But now, looking at this dilapidated town in front of him, Fang Zhou was speechless. What kind of preparations could be made in such a desolate place...
This town indeed looked much more backward than an average town. Perhaps it was because of the proximity to the mountains, so besides two bare streets and some buildings, most of the houses were built along the highway in the mountains, not only low-rise but also looking quite old.
And in the city area, apart from some old residential zones, one could hardly see any of these aged buildings anymore.
