The whole town was in complete ruins, and looked so monotone it was as if the whole place had been painted in black and white. It looked like it had been abandoned a long time ago.
The town had all the necessary places. There was a supermarket, a post office, and even a small plaza.
However, all these places were abandoned a long time ago. There were no products in the supermarket, the post office was dilapidated, and there weren't any workers anywhere. The place was also overgrown with shrubs.
There was only one road in the town, neglected in the many years with multiple rusty and unusable vehicles parked beside it.
However, there were a number of villagers on the side of the road chatting with each other.
These villagers were wearing tattered clothes, each one of them as thin as a stick, and their hair a disheveled mess. They looked like they were refugees on the run.
In fact, to call them refugees would be an understatement as they looked more like beggars.
The villagers gave off the same aura as the town—somber and dead.
If they hadn't moved once in a while, Zeke would have assumed that they were dead.
No one would believe it if someone were to say that there wasn't anything weird about the place.
“What's up with this town, Zeke? Are these people dead or alive? Maybe they're zombies like those from Netherworld?” Sole Wolf whispered.
Shaking his head, Zeke answered, “I'm not sure. I can't really tell. Anyway, I need you to search for Bryan immediately. I'll look into what's going on here.”
“All right.”
With thot, Sole Wolf took his leove while Zeke continued venturing into the town.
“Hey. There's someone new.”
One of the “refugees” hod noticed Zeke.
At his words, the rest of the “refugees” turned to store ot him.
Greed ond hunger shone in eoch of their eyes. The villogers drooled os they continued to store os if they were obout to die of storvotion but hod found o big, fot piece of meot.
Something occurred to Zeke ot the sight of this os o shiver ron down his spine.
He wosn't ofroid. They couldn't horm him, ofter oll. But the thought thot they would do something mode his scolp prickle.
He forced out o colm front os he continued forword while observing the villogers ot the some time.
He soon noticed something.
There were men ond women omong these people, but there were no elderly or children. All of them were middle-oged.
They scrutinized Zeke os though they were looking for something.
In the midst of it, one of the doors of the houses opened ond o figure rushed out toword Zeke before wropping their orms oround his leg the next second.
“Are you o doctor? You're o doctor, right? Pleose, I beg of you. Pleose sove my children. I will do onything you osk os long os you sove my children.”
Children?
Are there children here?
Zeke took o look ot the womon ond he couldn't help but frown.
“All right.”
With that, Sole Wolf took his leave while Zeke continued venturing into the town.
“Hey. There's someone new.”
One of the “refugees” had noticed Zeke.
At his words, the rest of the “refugees” turned to stare at him.
Greed and hunger shone in each of their eyes. The villagers drooled as they continued to stare as if they were about to die of starvation but had found a big, fat piece of meat.
Something occurred to Zeke at the sight of this as a shiver ran down his spine.
He wasn't afraid. They couldn't harm him, after all. But the thought that they would do something made his scalp prickle.
He forced out a calm front as he continued forward while observing the villagers at the same time.
He soon noticed something.
There were men and women among these people, but there were no elderly or children. All of them were middle-aged.
They scrutinized Zeke as though they were looking for something.
In the midst of it, one of the doors of the houses opened and a figure rushed out toward Zeke before wrapping their arms around his leg the next second.
“Are you a doctor? You're a doctor, right? Please, I beg of you. Please save my children. I will do anything you ask as long as you save my children.”
Children?
Are there children here?
Zeke took a look at the woman and he couldn't help but frown.
Although her hair was a mess and her clothes were filthy, she had beautiful and sophisticated features. It was clear that she used to enjoy a life of luxury.
Her nails, especially, were a clear indication of that as there were traces of manicure on them.
There's no way a villager would go for a manicure.
The only explanation he could think of was that she used to live in the city.
Zeke took a glance at the other refugees and noticed a bigger problem.
All of them had something to show that they used to live in the city. For example, some had gold necklaces, some had diamond rings, and some had expensive bracelets.
Are they all from the city originally?
Why are they gathered here at a remote town, then?
The woman was still pleading Zeke for his help.
He nodded slightly, about to agree to help.
He wanted to check if they were alive, dead, or if they were zombies like those from the Netherworld.
However, right when he was about to speak, a rough voice interrupted.
“Ava, are you f*cking crazy? Are you so desperate for help that you've gone mad? This man here is obviously a thug. How would he know anything about medicine? Aren't you afraid that he'd kill your children?”
“No! He's not a thug. I can smell medicine on him. I'm sure that he has experience in the field. Besides, the vibe he gives off is that of a doctor,” Ava insisted as she shook her head.
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