To get to Immeasurable Mountain, they had to bypass the ruins of Fairgate. The path wasn't easy, and there were no villages nearby. Everyone took out machetes and hoes from the shipping container to start clearing the way. The group of refugees behind them had actually followed.
Seeing this, Taylor Vance and Zion Lowell went over to speak with them.
When they returned, the six people had come over with them.
"They're asking to follow us into Immeasurable Mountain."
Evelyn Ford frowned. "Why?"
Their group was made up of four men and two women: a man in his forties, two young men in their early twenties, a boy of thirteen or fourteen, a woman around thirty, and a young girl of seventeen or eighteen.
"We've been following you for a while. We can tell you're all good people. We don't want to go to Frelia, so we'd like to go into the mountains with you. The six of us just met on the road and formed a group, but I can guarantee we aren't bad people."
