Sometimes, Isha and the others felt like surviving until now was a kind of Miracle.
The outside had already become a paradise for the infected; to survive, they had no choice but to hide in the dark, sunless underground. Aside from those searching for supplies, they dared not go to the surface, because they couldn't predict when they might get infected.
Was there still any living person in this city, or were they the last survivors?
What had Red become? Why hadn't the national army come to rescue? What exactly was our King doing!
Truly, it felt like their future was entirely dark.
But despite the darkness, Isha and the others absolutely did not want to die!
If every day they safely passed was made up of countless Miracles, they hoped this Miracle could continue!
"Isha, how is it, are there many Monsters?"
