Kapitel 287: Father Black's Town

Of course, it was peppered with mainstream media.

Almost all movies and even books depicting the apocalypse are the same.

Human guts spread everywhere.

Mutated black-skinless dogs, eating the corpses of human beings at different corners.

Some other dogs fighting for a human femur or the like.

Smell of piss, shit, blood, and death in the air.

The people that managed to survive were dressed in a mixture of black and rags and had pointy spikes on their shoulder blades.

Their faces were painted white and black.

They protected a fifteen-foot black gate with rusted coil-barbed wire on cement walls on all sides.

Dried, torn-out flesh on the rusted barbwire, and a general attitude that said two words: FUCK OFF!