'So, this place that's practically hell on earth is supposed to be humanity's hope for survival?'
'How ironic. The Oasis Base?'
'If this is truly an oasis, then humanity is really screwed...'
Xie Ning followed Cres's gaze.
Behind the rest area, in front of an open-front nail salon, seventeen or eighteen sallow-faced men and women were tied up.
The colorful, eye-catching advertising banners hanging at the entrance of the nail salon were tattered and torn, dangling to one side.
On either side were jewelry stores and shops selling gold, silver, and jade, their glass counters long since smashed to pieces.
Diamonds, gold, and jade, which had been priceless before the apocalypse, were now scattered everywhere like garbage.
