It was just an ordinary bus from before the apocalypse.
But more than three months had already passed since the apocalypse began.
How could there still be a bus this clean and tidy?
It was simply impossible.
Everyone knew...
Anything out of the ordinary meant trouble!
The members of the Survival Convoy were all veterans who had fought their way through the apocalypse.
Everyone who had survived to this day had learned one thing by stepping over the bodies of their own people or others.
In the apocalypse, the more normal something looked, the more abnormal it was.
No one would suggest anything as idiotic as, "Let's take that Route 14 Bus."
Anyone who said things like that had died in the very first week of the apocalypse.
The Survival Convoy's vehicles drove past the Route 14 Bus one after another.
They showed no intention of stopping.
The Off-Road Vehicle passed.
The Pickup Truck passed.
The Bus passed.
No one could see that, as the last vehicle...
As the rear of the Bus Old Zhao was driving slowly passed the Route 14 Bus.
A figure silently appeared in the bus's left rearview mirror.
It was a woman in a cleaner's uniform.
The fluorescent strips on her clothes gave off a dim glimmer in the mirror.
The woman had no color in her face, her skin as deathly pale as a corpse that had soaked in water for three days.
Her eyes were hollow, black as an abyss, yet she seemed to be staring through the mirror, fixing her gaze on the direction the convoy had gone.
The corners of her mouth slowly spread into an eerie smile.
She seemed to be saying:
"Did you think... you could shake me off just by staying off the bus?"
No one saw this.