Fragments of murmured conversation drifted over from every direction.
Curiosity, scrutiny, indifference.
Like a thin layer of dust clinging to the skin, impossible to brush away.
Yang Yong swept his gaze over the entire service area.
There were a lot of people.
The lobby, the corridors, the entrance to the convenience store-all were packed with people.
At a rough estimate, at least a thousand people were crammed into this modestly sized service area.
There were young and middle-aged adults, elderly people, and children.
This was no ordinary survivor settlement.
This was a... complete little society.
Yang Yong's gaze finally settled on the large characters above the service area building.
Paradise Service Area?
His pupils contracted slightly.
Paradise?
In this apocalypse, there was actually a place called "Paradise."
An indescribable chill slowly crawled up from his tailbone.
"Could we have already died without realizing it, and we just don't know yet?"
Someone murmured the words, their voice sounding exceptionally clear inside the suddenly silent vehicle.
Those words were like a needle piercing everyone's heart.
Yang Yong did not respond.
He opened the door and jumped out.
The ground inside the service area was clean, so clean... it reflected people's figures.
The aroma of food filled the air, rich and real, making everyone who had eaten nothing but "dry rations" for days swallow involuntarily.
"Master..."
Long Ya jumped down from the truck and jogged over to Yang Yong, her face a little pale.
"Something isn't right about this place."
"What isn't right?" Yang Yong asked.
"It's too normal."
Long Ya bit her lip.
"Look at what it's like outside."
"The people here don't have a trace of fear on their faces."
"They look like... like they're just living their lives."
Yang Yong said nothing.
That was precisely what unsettled him most.
Without