บท 337: The Twelfth Game: Fire Springs Forest Park 32

Leaving early was undoubtedly the right decision, as it spared them from potential harm. A considerable number of refugees were now rushing toward the area away from the road. To avoid mingling with them, Wen Nannan and her group naturally chose to head in the opposite direction.

As they passed by the remaining refugees, the proximity revealed just how dire their situation was; they looked gaunt and exuded a foul odor that filled the air.

"Cough, cough!" A cough echoed in the chilling silence.

Wen Nannan glanced at a hunchbacked woman who staggered past them and frowned slightly, picking up her pace. At this point, only a few hundred refugees remained, and soon they managed to slip out of the crowd.

Walking through the snow in winter was both slow and painfully cold. By noon, they finally spotted the shadow of the highway. Rows of abandoned vehicles lay scattered about, all blanketed in a thick layer of white snow, and the road itself was completely devoid of life.