In these apocalyptic times, figuring people out was just too difficult.
For the sake of self-interest, some people were capable of the most monstrous acts. They had to be on their guard.
But looking at the young woman's sincere expression, the old man, for some unknown reason, found himself starting to believe her. Yet, he was responsible for the many lives behind him.
He still asked cautiously, "Why?"
Stella Sterling knew exactly what he was asking. She thought for a moment, then covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled. "No reason. I just feel like doing a good deed every now and then."
It was a flimsy reason, not even a proper, high-minded excuse.
Giving away so much food in the apocalypse, all in the name of a "good deed"?
Who would possibly believe that?
But as the old man looked at Stella Sterling, for some unknown reason, he felt that the young woman was telling the truth. It was a bizarre, inexplicable feeling.
