"What a rudimentary place," Kuangliu couldn't help but sigh. "Truth be told, most settlements in the post-apocalyptic world looked this shabby."
Places managed by the military were somewhat better. But in places without military control, who would expend significant effort on infrastructure development?
The Las Vegas Assembly Site was quite large, but it was riddled with dilapidated buildings, where raggedly dressed survivors shuffled back and forth. Small-scale skirmishes frequently erupted—among humans, between humans and mutant cats and dogs, or among mutant beasts.
Of course, the scale of these conflicts was usually small, and they often ended very quickly. Five months of post-apocalyptic life had forged a set of unwritten rules among the survivors: Survival first, spoils second! It had to be said, life's ability to adapt was quite formidable.
