He pitifully begged them and was eventually taken away from that hellish place.
The woman before him was named Miao Yan, and it was she who had spoken to the survivors and insisted on taking him away.
Miao Yan smiled, "No need to thank me; we are all trying to stay alive. In the face of the apocalypse, we should help each other even more."
He Mingxuan, with his greasy and overweight face, laughed, but his smile always felt somewhat indescribable and was indeed ugly.
The prison, he had never imagined that such a place could offer sanctuary, he truly hadn't thought of it before.
He learned this from Miao Yan.
Now, the person in charge of the prison was Chen Zhiyong, who had a group of followers and had turned the prison into their main base, even making it a refuge in the post-apocalyptic world.
He looked around at the people crouching in the corners.
All of them were ordinary people.