When Evelyn Ford heard the man say there were many dead bodies outside, her expression darkened.
Bodies littered the ground, baking under the sun—a perfect breeding ground for a plague.
"Why don't you go to the base in Oakhaven?" Wyatt Vaughn asked curiously.
"The base is rejecting refugees. We were living in a small town before. A month ago, we met some other refugees who had gone to the base, but they were driven away."
A flicker of hatred crossed the man's eyes. "We're all countrymen, but the people inside that base... they don't even treat us refugees as human anymore."
"Plus, there are a lot of bandits on the road. They rob, they kill—there's no evil they won't do. Half a month ago, some bandits came down from the mountains and kidnapped several women. They especially like to take children."
After listening to them, Evelyn Ford looked at the man. "Do you have any more fragments of those black spheres?"
The man shook his head. "No, I'm all out."
