The setting sun completely disappeared behind the horizon. Night fell quietly, and the earth was silent, with only the gentle breeze and the low gasps of the injured. A group of survivors who had experienced life and death in the forest now stood inside the huge iron gate of this strange base, with an empty land in front of them.
There was no voice, no guards, not even a hint of life.
They walked in cautiously. It was so quiet that the only sounds that could be heard were the sound of footsteps and the rustle of falling gravel.
"Is there really anyone here?"
Someone murmured in a low voice, his tone full of hesitation and uneasiness. This cleanliness and quietness, which had never been seen since the end of the world, made them feel depressed and uneasy.
"Something's wrong... it's too quiet."
"Let's just leave. Maybe this is some kind of trap."
