Lisa's team only had the small amount of food Tang Mo had given them. Along the way, the group didn't dare to eat or drink, simply pressing their chapped lips together and focusing on forging ahead.
Lisa and her three companions could manage, but the guide, who had grown accustomed to a comfortable life during the apocalypse, couldn't endure such hardship.
Knowing Tang Mo was well-supplied, he hovered around her like a lackey while guiding the way.
After all, he had spent half his life dealing with people. He knew how to read Tang Mo's expressions, telling him when to explain certain things. Although he was a bit talkative, he wasn't annoying.
Tang Mo was quite generous, sharing some food and water from her bag with the guide.
In a way, the guide was a pitiable man. He had done nothing wrong, yet he was struck by this unforeseen disaster and dragged into this vast desert.
