It was the fourth year of the apocalypse.
At the foot of a mountain stood a base-Mi Ling's Base.
Three miles from the base, a convoy was heading toward it. Two trucks led the way, with a black Audi in the middle.
Mi Ling sat in the front passenger seat. Her skin was not as fair as it had been when she was with Chen Luo, looking somewhat dark now. Her lips were dry, and her figure was less full, yet she possessed a different kind of beauty.
Mi Ling watched their surroundings warily, checking for zombies or survivors with ill intentions. Deep in her eyes lay a barely perceptible trace of exhaustion.
Mi Li was driving. Her skin was still as fair as ever, though her face was a little pale and her hair slightly coarse.
Both Mi Ling and Mi Li had reached King Rank by now, but no matter how powerful someone was, without enough food, they would still suffer from malnutrition.
They had gone out to search for supplies, but four years had passed since the apocalypse began. Where could they still find supplies that were easy to obtain?
Next time, we shouldn't take the trucks, Mi Ling thought. They burn too much fuel on the round trip.
Looking out the window, Mi Ling briefly lost herself in thought. One day, they would kill the last zombie, but where was their hope for the future?
A group of ragged survivors appeared ahead, their faces yellow with hunger.
They were all independent awakeners whom no base would accept, barely clinging to life.
They were not allowed to linger near Mi Ling's Base, so they could only try their luck several miles away.
They had heard that the base's leader, Mi Ling, was a powerful, beautiful woman. Women