Meanwhile, at the survivor camp…
The morale in the survivor camp was worse than ever before. The slum was gone, but its gloom had been overtaken by the other areas.
The economic activities of the camp had come to a standstill. The entrances to the campus had to be welded shut to prevent anyone from taking advantage of their frail situation.
The armory that was once full now barely had any weapons. While they had food, most of it had been taken away by the mob incited by Karina.
In short, the place that stood proud for a year in the apocalypse was taking its final breaths. What little remained had already been taken over by Old Joe and his pals.
"That bitch…" Old Joe cursed, sitting on a broken cart, snacking on MRE gummies. "How dare she betray me like this? If not for me, she would have become an animal! An animal!"
