It was already going to be dark when they were about to leave the safe zone.
Many survivors started forming groups to leave the base. Almost everyone had cars, and those who didn't could just pick one, as there were many abandoned cars. The only problem was gasoline, which they had to solve themselves too. The military could not provide everything for them.
Sylas had his own car, and the military also gave him twenty liters of gasoline, so he was not that worried for the moment. But he couldn't help but think about the gas station at the Bluebird district. The underground fuel tank was almost full of gasoline.
If he could obtain that, he would not have to worry about gasoline for some time.
"We are leaving in five minutes!"
"All the survivors, I repeat, we are leaving in five minutes."
One of the soldiers announced, holding a megaphone while standing on top of the military truck.
Everyone hurried towards their respective cars.
