The large hand dragged on the ground, making a rustling sound as it scraped against the sand. The person ahead stumbled with an unsteady gait but maintained decent speed.
He turned back and said amiably:
"My name is Cheng Lei, I used to be a truck driver. Never thought I'd end up in this hell of a place. It's dangerous outside, but we've established a relatively safe haven inside."
A circle of deep green moss climbed up the wall, with a thin stream of water at the corner, making the place feel particularly cool.
Shen Jinxuan looked around and said, "Do you have many people? Is it that many have died here?"
Cheng Lei replied expressionlessly, "We don't have many people, just over a hundred, but there should be similar havens elsewhere too."
Turning the corner, a warehouse-like building could be seen in the distance, with two burly men, similar in appearance to Cheng Lei, standing before the iron gate.
