Chapter 36: The Cruelty Of The Apocalypse.

A young man around 25 or 26, with a pale face like someone who indulged in wine and women, stood there. Two young women, about 21 or 22, extremely beautiful, were with him. Memphis found one of them vaguely familiar but couldn’t immediately place her.

All three wore expensive clothes. Memphis recognized the brands from magazines, something like Hermes or Gucci. He couldn’t afford them, didn’t remember clearly, just knew enough to not seem unsophisticated and occasionally used the knowledge to impress others.

The young man hurriedly said:

"Hello, my name is Winston Robinson, and these are Esme and Gemma. May I ask your name? Are you from the government?"

Memphis shook his head:

"My name is Memphis Jackman. I haven't encountered any government officials yet... I have a small group, just a few people who have come together to help each other and establish a small base."

Winston Robinson couldn't hide his disappointment. But he quickly lifted his spirits and sincerely said:

"Memphis, we'r