"Are you really going to leave?"
In a county town not far from Xiangshan, there was a shelter housing a group of people. At this moment, two young men were digging the soil with shovels, conversing as they worked.
The two survivors, one skinny and one chubby, had known each other since kindergarten, and were friends for over twenty years.
The chubby one was Li Ang.
The skinny one was Xu Ming.
Xu Ming, fiddling with the soil, said with conviction, "Yeah, I have to go. Just look at the situation here; there's no hope. Those in control of the shelter's lifeline, they won't see us as human beings. In their eyes, we're just slaves."
"Any behavior that's not to their liking is met with beating or killing. If it were in the past, without a choice, I wouldn't have such thoughts. But now that I have a choice, I want to give it a try."
As he spoke, Xu Ming's eyes were filled with hope.
