A glint flashed in Ivy's eyes, and she lowered her head, acting all meek and obedient; however, her eyes were flashing with excitement.
Isaac called out the other guards to follow him. One by one, the soldiers started to pick up the unconscious bodies scattered around the clearing.
Isaac barked out quick orders, his tone sharp but uneasy. "Get them to the trucks! The captain said the next batch leaves in fifteen minutes!"
The guards moved hastily, dragging the prisoners toward the metal doors at the far end of the clearing. Ivy kept her head low, her expression blank, but beneath her lowered lashes, her sharp gaze followed every movement.
Now her doubts were confirmed; these people had been doing this work way before the apocalypse.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to build a road in an apocalypse where finding a shelter and having enough food is the main quest of humanity.
