The sun is blazing.

The flowers and grass are withered and the dust is flying.

Groups of survivors were walking in one direction, their faces covered with sweat and dirt, and they looked exhausted.

"Mom, where are we going?" A seven or eight-year-old girl with a gray face, chapped lips, and hair as yellow as straw raised her head and looked at her mother and asked.

Next to the little girl, there was a middle-aged woman carrying a huge luggage package.

There are more than a dozen scars crisscrossing the chapped face, one scar in particular stretches from the center of the eyebrow to the chin, which is hideous and terrifying. These scars squirm as the woman's expression changes.

Her appearance makes her extremely safe in the apocalypse.

She was holding a kitchen knife in her left hand and a bag in her right hand, which seemed to contain some blankets and the like.

"Qunqun, let's go to the Oil City Trading Market." The woman looked back at her daughter and replied.

The little girl held her mother's clothes and carried a schoolbag with Mickey Mouse on her back, but the Mickey Mouse on the schoolbag was missing one ear.

Her dry body was like a stick of firewood.

The arms were as thin as hemp rods, as if they would break if bent.

In her hand, she also held tightly a short dagger, which was given to her by her mother.

"Why are we going to the Oil City Trading Market?" The little girl's voice was crisp.

On this dusty national highway, hundreds of people were walking in front and back.

The little girl had a dirty face, but her eyes were extremely bright.

It was as if there were stars in his eyes, with confusion and anxiety in his eyes, as well as some fear, and a hint of undetectable ruthlessness!

In the last few years, she has experienced too much with her mother.

She had just learned to walk when the apocalypse first broke out. Over the past few years, she has been honed into a person who knows how to disguise herself.

I have never seen any peers, no toys, and no games.

Being in crisis all year round, I often have one meal and don’t know when the next meal will be.

She is like a child before the end of the world, with many reasons for the world in her mind.

I don’t know why my mother used a dagger to cut her face like that.

I don’t know why the cakes pictured in the books I picked up taste like.

I don’t know what a playground is, and I don’t know what my father looks like.

...

The woman with a face full of scars had a smile on her face, but her smile made her whole face even more terrifying.

"Because...we want to survive!"

There was firmness in her tone.

As she finished speaking, she was also looking around, alerting other survivors who were traveling with her that they might rob the mother and daughter.

She had been with a group before, but the leader of that group was a guy with a human face and an animal heart.

She was not disfigured at that time.

The boss of that small group was careless in his words and hypocritically said that he would protect the mother and daughter, but in the end, he was interested in his own body.

For the sake of her daughter, she could only compromise, thinking that it would be difficult to survive in the apocalypse by herself.

However, one day she overheard that the leader had set his sights on her daughter, who was only a few years old.

I could only take my daughter and run away overnight on that dark night, risking being bitten by zombies.

The group of people naturally noticed their escape, but they did not dare to pursue them.

After all, most people dare not leave the shelter at night.

Fortunately, there were relatively few zombies around, and they were lucky enough to escape them.

From then on, she never thought about joining any group.

She would rather face terrifying zombies than face hypocritical and cunning humans.

After going round and round, with amazing perseverance, she managed to survive with her daughter until now.

The suffering experienced during this period is beyond the understanding and imagination of ordinary people.

The people accompanying him walked on the dry yellow earth like zombies.

They are all on guard against each other.

If it weren't for the fact that the designated time for the Oil City Trading Market was coming soon, they wouldn't want to go with others.

Compared with walking on the road, walking in the mountains and forests is sometimes more dangerous.

If there is no invisible ambush, it is better to take the main road.

At least there are more people, so each other doesn’t know if the other has a team.

Some are small groups with only a dozen people, while others are groups with dozens of people.

And this mother and daughter happened to be following a group of people.

It's easy to fool other survivors into thinking they are in the same group.

The reason why I followed this group of people was because there were several women and a little boy of about ten years old in this group.

Generally speaking, a group with children and women looks more reassuring than a group with only men.

Rumble——

Suddenly, behind the army of survivors, there was a roar of vehicles.

The survivors stepped aside one after another, making way for a way out in the middle.

I saw more than a dozen cars approaching from behind.

On the bed of the leading pickup truck, six or seven men with axes in their hands were sitting, looking menacing.

The woman following a team quickly took her daughter's hand and backed away to the side of the road.

He covered his daughter's face and warned in a low voice:

"Don't look at them, keep walking forward."

In the apocalypse, sometimes a look from you may lead to death.

Two figures, one large and one small, were as inconspicuous among the army of survivors as a drop of water merged into the ocean.

In the car.

"Boss, Brother Big Bear really won't come with us...why?" A man dressed in a coquettish voice looked at the man in the front seat with a high-pitched voice.

The man in the front seat only has six fingers, five on his right hand and only one on his left hand.

"How do I know! Stop talking!" Liuzhi frowned and said coldly.

Looking at the bustling survivors outside the car, he squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Oil City.

I have a lot of thoughts in my mind.

It seems that many people believed what the Oil City Trading Market said about thunderstorm disasters.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After all, there is no need for such a large force to lie to others.

Moreover, these people have been devastated by so many natural disasters.

No one is confident that they can survive this thunderstorm natural disaster.

People follow the crowd.

When the first person to eat crabs enters, the people behind him will follow.

The more people who enter, the more people who have followed will be attracted to enter.

Thousands of transportation personnel have posted slogans on the main roads near Oil City.

Wherever the transport personnel go, banners will be posted and loudspeakers will shout.

As the banner at the back was not enough, I used black charcoal to write on the wall.

After a week of this, most of the survivors within a radius of two to three hundred kilometers of Oil City knew the news.

In the last car of the convoy, Black Hand was playing with the butterfly knife in his hand, without looking at the survivors outside, as if only the butterfly knife in his hand could arouse his interest.

Among the survivors on both sides, some people plucked up the courage to secretly watch the convoy.

"They seem to be from the Ax Gang."

"I've never heard of the Ax Gang."

"They actually wanted to go to the Oil City Trading Market to escape the natural disaster just like us. I didn't expect that such a powerful force would go there..."

"There were tall men holding up the sky when it fell, and they all went there, which means our decision to go to the Oil City Trading Market was right!"

"rational!"
To be continued...