The so-called "safe zone" in the Storm Zone is nothing but a gigantic jungle.
Adhering to the simple rule of survival of the fittest.
Each form of life seeks to avoid calamity and pursue evolution in its own way.
The arrival of the uninvited armed train had long caught the attention of the native inhabitants.
After all, the Storm Zone is too vast.
Even a massive force like Black Kite is merely at the scale of a hundred thousand people, a mere drop in the ocean within this enormous region.
The remaining spaces are naturally filled with various survivor settlements, camps, shelters, city ruins, hordes of zombies, zones restricted by mutant plants... Here, different forms of life fight and entangle with each other on this land, wild yet vibrant with life.
The ground's gravel and sand faintly trembled, and a scorpion the size of a washbasin on the asphalt road turned around confusedly, searching for the source of the vibration.
Isn't there supposed to be no sandstorm today?
