The roads in the apocalypse were always unpredictable.
The few cars at the front of the convoy stopped because rubble was blocking their path.
Tristan Lynch had no choice but to have people get out and clear the obstacles.
Just then, someone shrieked in terror, "Zombie Rats! There are Zombie Rats on that road!"
’Zombie Rats?’
Everyone was shocked to hear this.
Tristan Lynch didn’t dare get out of the car. He looked toward the road ahead from the rooftop hatch and, sure enough, saw a few Zombie Rats scurrying across the dusty surface.
There was no telling how many more were hidden in the cloud of dust behind them.
Zombie Rats usually appeared in swarms and could easily slip into vehicles through gaps in the chassis. Tristan Lynch immediately ordered the rear vehicles to turn around.
"Detour, detour!
Take the other road!"
Tristan Lynch’s command came over the walkie-talkie.
"Miss Zephyra, we’ve spotted Zombie Rats ahead. We may have to change our original route."
Corisande said, pressing the intercom button on the walkie-talkie.
Nina Jacobs picked up the walkie-talkie and replied, "Alright, let’s take the detour."
If one didn’t look closely, the rolling dust could easily be mistaken for an approaching swarm of Zombie Rats.
Even Cordelia and the others thought so.
In reality, she had only secretly released six Little Zombie Rats from under the vehicle.
"If something happens in a bit, stay in the vehicle."
Nina Jacobs said, watching the vehicles behind them turn around quickly.
The other road was the one with the most zombies.
Felix Finch had sat up. He leaned against the wall of the vehicle, holding the hardtack and water Cordelia had taken from her space.
He took large bites, even though the movement made the wounds on his face and body look even more grotesque.
Right now, he just wanted to recover his strength as quickly as possible.
"I didn’t expect there to be any survivors in a place like this."
Tobin said, looking at a map. The place Felix Finch mentioned was near an oil storage center that had experienced a massive explosion.
He remembered it had suffered a series of chain-reaction explosions during the acid rain period, causing countless casualties nearby.
"That might be why there are fewer zombies."
Nina Jacobs, however, was rather interested in the area around these ruins.
Petroleum was also a raw material for various textiles and plastic products. The map showed several textile and plastic factories near the oil storage center.
Perhaps they could find some useful supplies there.
And these ruins were halfway along their path forward.
The problem now was how to manage their time and lure everyone to that vicinity.
"About how many survivors are left in the ruins?"
Nina Jacobs asked Felix Finch.
Felix Finch looked up and took a sip of water. "Over two hundred."
"That many?!"
Cordelia and the others were surprised.
"There used to be more. A lot starved, died of thirst, or were poisoned.
Most of them will do anything to survive."
Felix Finch frowned slightly. This was what he had been most worried about for the past few days.
"That area has a lot of fertilizer plants and chemical factories. The pollution should be severe, making it unsuitable for survival."
Tobin said.
"There are no suitable places to live. Everyone is just barely scraping by."
Felix Finch’s eyes dimmed.
’There are no suitable places to live.’
The group fell silent.
How could they not know? In Keldorn, there truly wasn’t a single place fit for survival.
"Everyone, hold on tight! The zombies are getting more numerous!"
Reginald Sutton said just then.
Nina Jacobs watched the stretch of road ahead gradually change color, her expression unreadable.
She had already reinforced the heavy-duty RV with Alloy Blocks. Although the system hadn’t provided many, it was enough to fortify the key areas.
"We can’t move forward! We’re surrounded by zombies!"
An urgent voice crackled over the walkie-talkie.


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