A young man and woman in line ahead of them kept turning around, sizing them up with curiosity.
"Hey, where are you all from?"
Their group was just too strange. There were so many of them—men and women, young and old—and every single one was dressed in clean, fresh clothes.
They didn't look like the others who were fleeing to Golden City Base for safety, their faces filled with terror and their eyes panicked.
After a month of apocalyptic hardship, almost all ordinary people had greasy, filthy hair. They were lucky if their clothes weren't torn, let alone clean and comfortable.
It wasn't that this group was dressed particularly well.
But the fact that everyone was so clean, looking almost no different than before the apocalypse, was incredibly conspicuous.
The young woman asked tentatively, "Do you... do you have a Water Ability User in your group? C-Could you spare us a sip of water?"
