In the desert, yellow sand filled the air.
A huge fleet of hundreds of vehicles was speeding along.
The vehicles were filled with bald zombies. They were all waving their weapons and roaring.
On the roof of one of the cars, there was a sofa, and on the sofa sat a white-haired zombie. It was Father.
"Father! There are three cars passing by on our left!
"The driver seems to be a human.
"Do we take action?"
A young man with smokey makeup in the car next to theirs shouted his question over the roar of engines.
"No need!
"Our target is Karin and the blood bags!
"Don't waste your time on ants.
"There's a rocky ground up ahead. I'm guessing that they would be taking shelter from the sandstorm there.
"Hurry up!" Father shouted.
The convoy ignored the three cars that passed by and continued forward.
In less than half an hour, the convoy arrived at the ruins.
Allier jumped down from the car.