"You shouldn’t go any further. Who knows what it’s like inside Mornfell now."
The men and women offered their sincere advice after receiving some supplies.
Mornfell stretched on for hundreds of miles.
Although they were still some distance from the edge of the mountain range, zombie animals had begun appearing frequently.
But even more terrifying than the zombie animals were the Mutated Animals, whose intelligence seemed to have been given a cheat code.
"Yes! Some of them even imitate human cries for help, know how to stay hidden, and will kill zombies. It’s absolutely terrifying!"
another woman said.
"Last time, when our companion was being chased by a zombie, that damned brown bear killed the zombie for her. I told her not to go over, but she insisted the bear was saving her. In the end... in the end..."
To this day, the woman would break down the moment she recalled the scene.
After killing the zombie, the brown bear had waved a paw at them in an incredibly friendly gesture.
Her companion took it as a sign of goodwill and, confident in her Superpower, walked toward it.
But the brown bear bit her head off in a single gulp...
"That’s right, some Mutated Animals even have Superpowers. You all have to be extremely careful!"
someone added.
"Got it. Here’s a route map of the way we came.
We also left some guide markers along the road. You can follow them to find the base."
Shirley Lucas had hand-drawn many maps over the past two days, and this was more than the tenth one he’d given away.
"Thank you. Thank you so much!"
The group of survivors was overjoyed to receive the map.
Traveling in the apocalypse was like fumbling in the dark; a map to a safe route was better than any other form of aid.
On top of that, these people had given them enough supplies to last half a month.
"Oh, right. On your way here, did you happen to see a group of people carrying a Compass?"
Nina Jacobs remembered to ask.
"A Compass?"
One of the men seemed to remember something and quickly said,
"Yes! If you’re talking about a Compass, then yes, we did see a strange group of people!"
"Where are they now?"
Adrian Shaw asked immediately.
"I don’t know. There were about fifty or sixty of them. But it seemed like, just like you, they were also looking for someone."
"Oh, right! They were also recruiting people, saying they were going into Mornfell to find someone. And there were people who actually accepted their terms and went with them,"
the man replied.
’Looks like it’s definitely them.’
After saying goodbye to the group, Nina Jacobs began to ponder.
She had asked many people along the way, but only this group had seen them.
"Why are they gathering more people?"
Leo Hale asked. ’Isn’t that organization supposed to be secretive?’
"Probably to use as bait,"
Nina Jacobs said with a cold laugh.
’Edric Holden wouldn’t lie about something like this.’
’They started with a full 100 people and were now down to fifty or sixty. They’ve likely already been into Mornfell and lost some of their number in the mountains.’
’As for the people they recruited later, they were most likely brought on to be used as cannon fodder.’
’After all, a normal person could hardly withstand a single swipe from a Mutated Animal.’
"This Golden Silk Armor can even protect against zombies. If we took it back, we could probably sell it for a good price."
The convoy continued on its way. Leo Hale had been in the car with Nina Jacobs the entire time, making Golden Silk Armor.
So far, they had already made more than thirty sets.
"There’s no need to sell it. I just hope we get to use it this time."
The Diamond Sand provided by the system was incredibly versatile; even just a few grains could provide a protective effect.
A single set of Golden Silk Armor only required one-seventh of a bag of Diamond Sand to be effective.
"Trouble ahead."
The three vehicles came to a stop after rounding a bend.
The road ahead was a scene of utter chaos, littered with zombie corpses and several vehicles that had been crushed or mangled from a collision.
Blood pooled all over the ground.
Everyone got out to investigate, but there seemed to be no one left alive.
The zombie corpses were torn to pieces, as if they had been violently ripped apart.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
A rhythmic knocking sound echoed from inside the cargo bay of a small truck.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
At first, Beaumont Wallace thought they had misheard, but then the sound came again.
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