The buildings on both sides of the street were in a state of disrepair, as if they had experienced a brutal war like hell.
The wall was riddled with holes, and the densely packed holes seemed to have been mercilessly penetrated by countless bullets, or as if it had been ravaged by some terrifying force.
Most of the windows are broken into pieces, leaving only black window frames, like a pair of lifeless eyes, staring indifferently at the devastated and lifeless world, silently telling the sadness and despair of the end of the world.
However, the survivors, with their tenacious and almost obstinate desire to survive and their admirable wisdom, are working hard to build hope for survival on the ruins.
They transformed the ruins into temporary residences and strong fortifications.
Some windows were tightly blocked with thick wooden boards, on which several shooting holes were carefully carved, like vigilant eyes, always ready to allow people inside the house to launch a counterattack in time and protect their homes when encountering danger.
There are high sandbags piled up at the door. They are like loyal guards, standing silently, protecting the people in the house and blocking the zombies that may come like a tide.
The walls are covered with all kinds of graffiti and slogans, like the unwilling cry of the city at the end of the world.
Some of them read "Unity is Strength". Each word is so powerful that it penetrates the wall. It seems as if the strokes were engraved by the survivors with the power of their lives, and are deeply embedded in the wall, as if conveying the firm belief of unity and overcoming difficulties together to everyone who sees it. It is a cry to gather strength in desperation.
Others say “There is hope only if we keep living.” These words are like twinkling stars in the darkness. They bring encouragement and strength to people in this endless abyss of despair, allowing people to hold on to their vision for the future even when they are in difficult situations. They become the spiritual pillar that supports them as they struggle forward in the end times.
At this time, Li Luo, who possessed the ability of perspective, keenly noticed that in the thick darkness around them, many pairs of eyes were watching them.
In the shadow of an abandoned building beside the street, several figures were pressed tightly against the wall, their eyes wide open, staring at the slowly moving armored vehicle.
Leading the group was a tall but haggard man, his eyes filled with a complex mix of shock and greed.
Armored vehicles are undoubtedly extremely rare materials in this era. Seeing these two brand new and drivable armored vehicles, he seemed to have seen an opportunity to change his destiny. His hands clenched unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.
On the corner of the street, a group of ragged survivors took shelter behind an abandoned car.
One of the thin women had deep fear in her eyes. She tightly held the hand of the child beside her, and her body was trembling slightly.
She was afraid that the two armored vehicles that came from nowhere would disrupt the peace they had maintained with great difficulty and bring them unknown dangers.
The children, on the other hand, looked curious, and their innocent eyes showed that they had not yet fully understood the adults' worries and fears.
There was another group of people hiding behind the ruins of a collapsed house.
There was a mixture of covetousness for the armored vehicles and wariness of strangers in their eyes.
One of the bearded men cursed in a low voice and said greedily:
"If we can get these two armored vehicles, we will have the capital to walk sideways in this apocalypse."
A slightly more cautious person next to him frowned and responded:
"Don't act rashly. Who knows who the people in this car are? If they get into trouble, we won't be able to handle it."
This group of people were talking to each other, their expressions changing constantly, and their hearts were constantly struggling between greed and fear.