At the abandoned bus terminal, buses blocked the entrances on all sides, forming a temporary camp.
There were twenty-five Survivors here in total: sixteen men and only nine women. Since the area around the terminal was sparsely populated, as long as the insects did not track them back to the terminal, this place was safe.
Mei Houdiao was the leader of Terminal Camp. He was forty-three this year and had been a bus driver. When the disaster struck, he had been at the terminal preparing to start his shift.
At the time, there had been more than eighty people at the terminal, including staff, passengers, and passersby. After the initial chaos, some had insisted on leaving because they were worried about their families, while others had died searching for supplies. In the end, only the current twenty-five remained.
At first, Mei Houdiao had not been the leader. But after going through many things, everyone had gradually chosen him because of his character. They all respected him.
However, lately, Mei Houdiao had been feeling more and more pressure. The insects had completely taken over the city, the allied forces everyone had pinned their hopes on were suffering defeat after defeat, and rescue was nowhere in sight.
In truth, although the Survivors of Terminal Camp never said it aloud, they had all given up hope of rescue.
Mei Houdiao was in great pain. He wanted desperately to lead everyone to survive, and he had done his best—striving to maintain fairness and preserve order.
But several of the Survivors had already begun having other ideas.
"Old Mei, come over here."
At that moment, Leng Song entered the office and spoke quietly to Mei Houdiao.
Before the disaster, Leng Song had been a security guard at the terminal. It was said that he had