"Yes..." Upon hearing the station master mention their little homeland, everyone felt a sense of melancholy about leaving home.
After all, they had lived there for several years, or even decades. Some had been living there since the apocalypse began.
For instance, Zhang Feng was a local born and raised by the lakeside.
But at this moment, they had already fled nearly three thousand miles, crossing several provinces of the wasteland.
This was unimaginable to them.
"If it weren’t for Brother Zhang, we would probably have died at the hands of those car bandits."
Perhaps affected by the spreading melancholy, someone sighed and said this sentence.
"Yes... and this tiger too..." Someone looked in fear at the fierce beast.
"We didn’t need car bandits, nor this tiger." The bearded man was gnawing on a large bone, pointing at it as he said:
"Look at this, when we were over four hundred miles out, we encountered this mutated leopard.
It not only ran faster than our car, but its paw could also deform a car door. If it weren’t for the crippled old man, at least half of us would have died, being treated as its reserve food."
"But now it’s become our dried meat." Master Sun, holding a pot of a miniature pine tree, which was his companion, laughed and said to his companion, "Boss Zhang saved the two of us."
"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Feng took a bottle of water from the back seat and tossed it to Master Sun, "Your companion just wants to eat, not listen to your rambling." Newest update provided by novelFirｅ.net
"Right! Master Sun, don’t let your companion go hungry."
Upon hearing Zhang Feng’s words, everyone laughed, dispelling the melancholy that affected their mood.
’Even people from the wasteland can be sentimental.’ Zhang Feng shook his head inwardly, reclined his seat, and soon fell asleep.
In the hazy dream, amidst the noisy sound of rain, it seemed as if there were some sounds belonging to vehicles.
’Is there a convoy approaching?’
Zhang Feng suddenly woke up, got up from his seat, and looked into the factory.
"Brother Zhang, what’s going on..." The person on duty, upon seeing Zhang Feng suddenly get up, was also startled, not knowing what was happening.
Just as they were about to ask what was going on.
The sound of vehicles outside was approaching, also attracting their attention.
"Everyone, wake up!" The station master on duty directly called out loudly.
"Someone’s coming!" The bearded man and a few others also ran to the cars, waking up those who were still asleep.
When they woke up groggily, the creaking sound of the gate being pushed open was heard.
Zhang Feng, holding a rebar, looked outside. In the dark night, with heavy rain, there were three cars and eight people pushing the gate.
At this moment, as they pushed it open a bit, seeing the rows of vehicles inside the factory, and everyone watching them warily, they also immediately stopped all actions.
Meanwhile, a young man at the forefront quickly raised his hands, instructing the people beside him to step back,
"Quickly throw away the weapons."
These people did not hesitate, directly throwing away the steel pipes and knives in their hands, without any resistance.
Because Zhang Feng’s side had fifteen crossbows.
If they really released them, each person would get hit twice.
Especially since there was also the corpse of a tiger over there, its skull cracked, and the bloodstains on the ground, some of which hadn’t dried.
It looked like it had died only a few days ago.
This indirectly proved the group in the factory wasn’t to be messed with.
After throwing away the weapons, the young man immediately followed, addressing Zhang Feng, who seemed to be the leader: "Brother, we just want to find a place to shelter from the rain, not to disturb on purpose..."
As they spoke, they were all very nervous, very scared.
And they felt that this silent middle-aged man was the one who killed that terrifying tiger.
They had some experience, recognizing that the blood-stained rebar in Zhang Feng’s hand seemed to match the cracked skull’s mark.
Meanwhile, it wasn’t just them observing Zhang Feng.
The station master and others were also observing them.
Their clothes were new, their hair had obviously been trimmed.
They looked like ’civilized people’ from before the apocalypse.
Unlike Zhang Feng and the others, who were completely casual in appearance.
Coupled with the crossbows and an air of readiness to kill, more sophisticated than the border bandits.
"We’re also sheltering from the rain." Zhang Feng glanced outside again. Seeing no others outside, he gestured for these ’civilized people’ to come in.
"Uh..." The eight young men were a bit flustered, shrinking to the corner after entering.
At this moment, they deeply regretted coming here to shelter from the rain.
They unwittingly stumbled into the hands of a group of ’outsiders.’
They knew that among these outsiders, there were very few good people.
And in order to survive, the young man suddenly realized this and revealed their identity:
"We are people from Xiyi Subway Station. We mean no harm. We’re just out searching for supplies, and on the way back, it rained so we came here to shelter..."
"He said they’re subway station people?"
"Isn’t this the place Brother Zhang was looking for?"
"Their clothes are so new. Could it be they’ve rebuilt the city over there? Restored civilization?"
After hearing the young man reveal his identity, the station master and others whispered and appraised these people again.
Upon closer look, their demeanor seemed to be far better than theirs.
Meanwhile, upon hearing they were from Xiyi Subway Station, Zhang Feng realized he hadn’t gone the wrong way.
Because, on the road, Zhang Feng kept wondering if this map could be fake.
After all, many roads were impassable, and there were even car bandit blockades.
Those apocalypse robbers didn’t even mark those car bandits on the map, making it seem like a map trap.