To everyone's surprise, they ran into Donovan Irving here. Several months had passed, and he looked scruffy with an unkempt beard. He had somehow gotten his hands on the cargo box of a three-wheeled vehicle and converted it into a horse-drawn carriage.
He was also surprised, not expecting to reunite with everyone here.
"How are you still here? It's been half a year, right? And you're still here," Wyatt Vaughn said, astonished. Looking at the temporary shelter built from ruins, he could hardly believe the weary, weather-beaten man before him was actually Donovan Irving.
"When I got here, I ran into a black bear. I managed to kill it, but I was seriously injured. My leg was so bad I couldn't move for months."
He already had a bit of a limp, and now it was even worse.
"Have you run into anyone else here?"
Donovan Irving shook his head. "No one. There are a few tigers around here. You all should be careful."
Evelyn Ford observed him for a moment. His leg injury was real.
