"Eager to go home?" Chu Han froze for a moment, then gave a complicated smile. "What home do humans have left in the Apocalypse Era? Wherever you are alive is home."
For these savage survivors who could practically be called Refuges, Chu Han did not believe they still had the ability to build a home. Since they had already been forced to live in the wilderness, what was the point of dreaming about going home?
Human settlements from the civilized era, aside from Anluo City, had all become zombie territory.
"Powerful one, there is something you do not know. Our families had lived by the coast for generations, making our living from fishing." The old man began a lengthy tale, full of bitterness and sorrow.
"Who could have known that disaster would suddenly strike? A tsunami destroyed our entire village. The shoreline kept rising, forcing us up to higher ground. We originally planned to find somewhere to stay and wait for the seawater to recede, but we never expected the residents of those other villages to turn into zombies and keep chasing us. With no other choice, we fled all the way here and finally hid in this place."
"But other than fishing, we know nothing. We do not know how to fight zombies either. Struggling to survive in the cracks of this apocalypse, hundreds of villagers died from disease and hunger. In the end, only this hundred or so people remained, relying on one another."
"Ah! We had no way to return on our own, so we waited here and waited, until the road was occupied and covered by plants, until there was not even a path left. Just like that, more than a year passed in the blink of an eye."
Listening to the old man's rambling account,