My Survival System In An Apocalyptic World

Who To Do It?

With words that sounded like Death sentences, several people huddled together despite their heavy injuries.

Legs injured and bandaged, arms bloodied, shoulders damaged, people laying down with no strength to lift their heads as buckets of sweat covered their bodies and clothes.

It was odd that even though it was cold this far down the ground, everyone was sweating gallons.

Their worry was evident and their thoughts chaotic.

And among them was the man who spoke out earlier, a youngster with a green bandana wrapped around his forehead, allowing his bushy hair to float high like the silhouettes of fiery flames.

He had a deep stab injury in his shoulder blade, and a cut-out piece of fabric wrapped around his left hand.

Unlike the others, he was the most calm and collected. And although he looked like a 16~17-year-old, his true age was 38.

Around him and everyone else were heaps and heaps of carcasses, some human and others, monsters.

The bones and skeletons here are too great to ov