Outpost construction requires tools. And it takes a lot.
For example, tongs and hammers for forging, axes for cutting trees and saws for breaking down wood, and small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails, and wrenches.
Without tools, many tasks are either difficult to carry out, or even if carried out, the efficiency is extremely low.
For example, the plastering knives used by the players in the outpost to repair the walls are all made of wood in [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ].
In fact, if it is the first few years of the wasteland era, these tools can be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops and other places.
These are usually of the better quality, thanks to material technology developed before the war.
However, two hundred years have passed, and the places that are easy to search have long been plundered, such as department stores, supermarkets, repair shops and other resource-rich places. In the early years, they were even the lairs of survivors. It is impossible to have many things. left over.
However, everything is not absolute.
Just as scavengers still find meager supplies from the wasteland to this day, 211 years later, there will always be some good stuff left by the unwary.
These things are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements, and placed on the shelves as garbage for the passing caravans to pick.
Lucius's idea is very simple.
He intends to pull two players to pretend to be a caravan and go to the nearby Brown Farm to trade in exchange for the supplies needed by the outpost.
Before leaving, I changed into the casual clothes I picked up.
Lucius led Walker and Tomorrow, starting from the south gate of Wetland Park, avoiding No. 76 Street, and heading southeast along the dilapidated path.
The distance between Beit Street and Brown Farm is about the same. The straight-line distance on the map is about three kilometers. The difference is that one is in the south and the other is in the southeast.
As for why Brown Farm was chosen, the reason is actually very simple.
One is that no one there knows me, let alone my details. Another one is that the road to Brown Farm will be a little easier to walk, and there will be relatively fewer ruins to cross.
But even so, the actual distance to walk on the wasteland is far more than the figure of three kilometers.
A group of people stopped and stopped along the way, bypassing the impassable ruins. During the period, they not only needed to beware of alien species, but also had to be careful of being targeted by survivors with malicious intentions.
Finally, before nine o'clock in the morning, the group arrived near the destination.
At the end of the muddy road, there was a spacious iron gate with walls made of concrete and stones on both sides.
The fence is not high, only less than three meters. There is a row of aluminum alloy canopy and steel bars inserted on the wall, which seems to be made of industrial waste to increase the height.
The dense bullet holes on the wall and the gallows with skeletons hanging outside the wall all show that the people here are not easy to mess with. It can be seen from the street signs on the side of the road that this place used to be an idyllic farmhouse before the war.
There are indications that in the early stages of the collapse of order, survivors who escaped from the city occupied this place.
It's different from Beit Street.
Mr. Brown, the farmer of Brown Farm, is a real landowner, and there are not a large number of free people here like Beit Street.
People living here have only two identities, either they are the farmer's thugs, or they are slaves.
However, Lucius was not too worried about the other party's malicious intentions, but any force with two plots of land to plant rarely took the initiative to attack outsiders. After all, those who wore shoes had to weigh whether it was worth bullying those with bare feet.
Walk to a position about ten meters away from the iron gate and stop.
Lucius raised his right fist and signaled the two players behind him to stop.
And at the same time that the group of people stopped, a black gun barrel protruded from between the aluminum alloy plates on the wall.
Showing off the weapon means no hostility.
It seemed that this contact was considered a success, and Lucius was slightly relieved.
The man standing on the wall shouted aggressively.
"Hey, hey, stop! Who are you? What are you doing here!"
"We have no malicious intentions, we just want to exchange something with you," Lucius said, looking at the man in front of him without changing his expression, signaling the players behind him not to be nervous.
"Change something?"
The man took a quick glance at the cart behind the three of them, but did not take his index finger away from the trigger, and still stared at Lucius with suspicious eyes.
"I haven't seen you, where are you from?"
Lucius moved out the rhetoric he had prepared in advance.
"Coming from the wilderness, we are recent migrations to these parts."
The man hesitated to ask.
"Nomad?"
Lucius shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.
"It depends on how you understand."
Nomads are not uncommon in the wasteland, especially in the suburbs, they can even be said to be relatively common.
These people usually do not enter urban areas, and mainly wander in the wilderness between cities.
They don't do farming, they live by grazing and hunting, chasing the footprints of different species and herds, migrating from one area to another, and occasionally doing business like merchants, using the prey they hunt and the garbage they pick up In exchange for daily necessities.
Of course, they occasionally do the business of robbing houses.
There are no absolute good or bad people in the wasteland. Under certain circumstances and conditions, anyone can become a predator.
The man didn't immediately trust the three people in front of the door, but the guns in their hands made him dare not act rashly. Especially not knowing how many people there are in their 'Tribe'.
"What do you have in your goods? What are you planning to change?"
"50 kilograms of dried bacon, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 furs of mutated hyenas... We need hardware tools and food grown in the ground. I promise, we will leave after the transaction is completed, and we will never stay here for a second. "
Finally believing that this group of people came to trade, the man slowly withdrew the muzzle of the gun sticking out of the cover, and said in a warning tone.
"You guys wait here, I'll go back and ask for instructions."
"Please."
After finishing speaking, Lucius stood quietly and waited.
The two players behind him were whispering in low voices.
"This survivor's stronghold is a bit awesome... I'm talking about the architectural style here, which has the taste of the post-apocalypse."
"Indeed, it seems that this update has a lot of content."
"By the way, is that the new NPC?"
"It should be, but I don't know what he is talking about."
"Ghost knows, I just know that expression looks a bit unbeatable..."
"I feel so too."
Nobody likes being pointed at a gun.
Lucius didn't like it either. But after all, I can't be resurrected, so I still have to restrain myself when I'm wandering outside.
Without waiting too long, the iron gate ahead opened quickly.
A wooden trailer, pulled by a serf in handcuffs, came out of the fence under the watchful eyes of two gunmen.
The trailer was piled with sacks full of grain and tools stuffed into wooden frames.
The man who had shouted to Lucius on the wall before also came out of the door, staring at him with piercing eyes.
"Karunas."
"Lucius."
The two briefly shook hands, and quickly let go.
Looking at Lucius, Karunas continued.
"I want to know what kind of meat is on your cart."
"The dried bacon is the meat of mutant hyenas, and the smoked fish is catfish and crucian carp. You can check it at will." Lucius said calmly.
He knew what the man was worried about.
Karunas didn't talk nonsense, walked forward, reached out to lift off the plastic sheet on the cart, and went closer to check it carefully. Especially those bacon, is the object of key inspection.
He took out a small knife from his waist, randomly picked a piece of jerky that was still in good condition, cut off a piece the size of a thumb, and threw it to the slave pulling the cart.
"Ate."
The slave didn't dare to resist, so he quickly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth, fearing that he would be beaten if he was too late, he chewed for a while and said hastily.
"It's the meat of a mutated hyena, without salt, purely air-dried."
It's normal that there is no salty smell. After all, this is an inland place. Karunas didn't say much, and waited quietly with her eyes slightly closed.
Almost ten minutes passed.
Seeing that the slave didn't have any abnormal reaction, his eyebrows stretched slightly, he looked back at Lucius, and said, gesturing with numbers with both hands.
"One kilogram of bacon and smoked fish is exchanged for 2 kilograms of green wheat, or 2 kilograms of croissants. Fur is exchanged for tools, and one piece is exchanged for one piece."
The croissant is a root crop that tastes a bit like a potato and is shaped like a goat's horn. Because it is rich in carbohydrates and is easy to store and plant, this thing, like green wheat, is the main ration of the survivors in the vicinity.
When he was on Beit Street before, Lucius saw survivors planting this thing in front of his house, for example, Yuki's family across the door had it.
Lucius had tried planting before, but soon gave up.
It's not that he can't grow it, but he has to go out to pick up waste every day, no one at home is watching, the first crop has just grown a little, and he doesn't know which family will let him go...
It might be a good idea to buy some croissants and plant them back at the outpost.
"One kilogram of bacon is exchanged for at least five kilograms of grain, half of green wheat and half of croissants. In addition, these furs are all high-quality furs, and one piece of fur must be exchanged for at least three tools," Lucius said, shaking his head, "I been to Beit Street, don't think I don't know the market."
The quoted price is just for bargaining.
However, what Lucius didn't expect was that after listening to his offer, this Karunas did not counter-offer, but looked at him with astonishment.
Could it be that the self-reported price is too high?
Just when Lucius was thinking about whether to take the initiative to give in, the man in front of him finally came to his senses, looked at Lucius with a strange expression, and nodded slowly.
"……Deal."
Don't these people bargain when they do business?
Lucius was taken aback for a moment, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he cursed in his heart.
F*ck!
That dog-shit mayor! How dare he mess around with food prices!
The two players next to them were completely confused. After all, they couldn't understand the language, and they couldn't understand the communication between the manager and the 'Indigenous' in front of them.
But look at that person nodding...
Should it be a deal?
I just don't know why, the face of the manager is not very good.
50 kilograms of dried bacon and 20 kilograms of smoked fish were exchanged for 350 kilograms of green wheat and croissants, which filled more than a dozen sacks.
The remaining ten furs were exchanged for thirty tools.
When Lucius selected tools, he chose those with better quality, preferably alloy products produced before the war. Don't look at these old antiques from two hundred years ago.
In terms of quality, I don't know how much better it is than the imitations made of iron or pure steel by the aborigines on the wasteland.
Karunas didn't say anything, and didn't care about Lucius's pick and choose. Obviously, there are still a bunch of these tools in the farm, and most of them are sold by scavengers picking up garbage nearby, and passing merchants pick up the rest.
After the grain is weighed, it is all loaded onto the cart.
Karunas and Lucius shook hands, and finally squeezed out a stiff smile on the face that was tense because of distrust.
"Welcome again."
"I will."
"We still grow some varieties of tobacco leaves here, do you need them?" Karunas took out a handful of dried tobacco leaves from his pocket and sold them to Lucius, "It can relieve fatigue, and it can also increase the flavor when wrapped in food.
"Next time, we have nothing to trade."
If possible, Lucius originally wanted to buy one or two slaves to use back, but as he said, he has nothing left to trade.
"Next time? No, no, my friend, there is no charge for this bag, it's a gift for you."
Karunas stuffed it into Lucius's hand with a smile on his face. This time his smile was much more skillful than before.
Hearing that it was a gift, Lucius no longer refused, and accepted it decisively. Although he doesn't smoke this stuff, he should be able to exchange it for one or two chips if he sells it.
The deal is finally done.
Lucius ordered Tomorrow to drag the cart on the road, and finally shook hands with this Karunas, then turned around and followed with Walker.
On the way back, Lucius was in a very good mood.
This transaction can be described as a bumper harvest. The two players who came with him were also in a good mood, and they were discussing excitedly at the moment.
"Is this called Brown's Farm?"
Tomorrow: "Well, I remember the same name... Not surprisingly, today's test should be the trading system and the new neutral force stronghold! It's just my guess, and the new game of running a business should be updated next. Remember what the dog planner told us before? Wasteland OL's economic system will be designed according to a completely real demand supply system, and the exchange of materials with other survivor gathering places is essential! I estimate that this part will be in two It will be updated within one version!"
Walker: "Yes, I'm really looking forward to the public beta when you say that!"
Tomorrow: "The public beta is probably still early. This game company has a lot of ambitions, and there are still a lot of content to be tested. But I feel that there is no need to wait for the public beta. By the internal beta stage, the game content should already be very rich!"
Walker: "But having said that... are you sure that Brother Light can't hear you, when you're talking about the dog planner here?"
Tomorrow took a deep breath.
"Hiss... Shit, I panicked when you said that. Brother Light, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
Lucius: "..."
Never mind. Just pretend not to hear.
As a conscientious NPC, Lucius did not participate in the discussion between the two players. His eyes naturally spread around, seemingly wandering carelessly, but in fact he was observing every possible dangerous shadow.
It's around ten o'clock in the morning, which is considered a relatively safe time. But it is not to be taken lightly. In the wasteland, anything can happen.
"Did you hear anything?" Walker, who was arguing with Tomorrow, suddenly stopped, frowning and looked around.
"Sound?"
Tomorrow was taken aback for a moment, although he didn't hear anything, his footsteps still stopped.
Lucius frowned, looked around vigilantly, and unconsciously pushed the safety on the gun with his index finger.
He also heard the voice...
It's the breath of a different species!
Lucius raised his head suddenly, and looked towards the vine-covered buildings along the street in front of him. He saw a hideous monster crawling on the wall. His eyes fixed on everyone motionlessly.
It has no legs, but instead has four slender and explosive arms. The dry fingers are like hooks, firmly fixing the body to the concrete wall.
The muscles in his chest undulated gently, and a human leg bone was held in the corner of his bloody mouth, his hissing breath exuded a desire for flesh and blood.
Lucius's pupils shrank suddenly, almost to a point.
Crawler!
Outpost construction requires tools. And it takes a lot.
For example, tongs and hammers for forging, axes for cutting trees and saws for breaking down wood, and small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails, and wrenches.
Without tools, many tasks are either difficult to carry out, or even if carried out, the efficiency is extremely low.
For example, the plastering knives used by the players in the outpost to repair the walls are all made of wood in [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ].
In fact, if it is the first few years of the wasteland era, these tools can be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops and other places.
These are usually of the better quality, thanks to material technology developed before the war.
However, two hundred years have passed, and the places that are easy to search have long been plundered, such as department stores, supermarkets, repair shops and other resource-rich places. In the early years, they were even the lairs of survivors. It is impossible to have many things. left over.
However, everything is not absolute.
Just as scavengers still find meager supplies from the wasteland to this day, 211 years later, there will always be some good stuff left by the unwary.
These things are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements, and placed on the shelves as garbage for the passing caravans to pick.
Lucius's idea is very simple.
He intends to pull two players to pretend to be a caravan and go to the nearby Brown Farm to trade in exchange for the supplies needed by the outpost.
Before leaving, I changed into the casual clothes I picked up.
Lucius led Walker and Tomorrow, starting from the south gate of Wetland Park, avoiding No. 76 Street, and heading southeast along the dilapidated path.
The distance between Beit Street and Brown Farm is about the same. The straight-line distance on the map is about three kilometers. The difference is that one is in the south and the other is in the southeast.
As for why Brown Farm was chosen, the reason is actually very simple.
One is that no one there knows me, let alone my details. Another one is that the road to Brown Farm will be a little easier to walk, and there will be relatively fewer ruins to cross.
But even so, the actual distance to walk on the wasteland is far more than the figure of three kilometers.
A group of people stopped and stopped along the way, bypassing the impassable ruins. During the period, they not only needed to beware of alien species, but also had to be careful of being targeted by survivors with malicious intentions.
Finally, before nine o'clock in the morning, the group arrived near the destination.
At the end of the muddy road, there was a spacious iron gate with walls made of concrete and stones on both sides.
The fence is not high, only less than three meters. There is a row of aluminum alloy canopy and steel bars inserted on the wall, which seems to be made of industrial waste to increase the height.
The dense bullet holes on the wall and the gallows with skeletons hanging outside the wall all show that the people here are not easy to mess with. It can be seen from the street signs on the side of the road that this place used to be an idyllic farmhouse before the war.
There are indications that in the early stages of the collapse of order, survivors who escaped from the city occupied this place.
It's different from Beit Street.
Mr. Brown, the farmer of Brown Farm, is a real landowner, and there are not a large number of free people here like Beit Street.
People living here have only two identities, either they are the farmer's thugs, or they are slaves.
However, Lucius was not too worried about the other party's malicious intentions, but any force with two plots of land to plant rarely took the initiative to attack outsiders. After all, those who wore shoes had to weigh whether it was worth bullying those with bare feet.
Walk to a position about ten meters away from the iron gate and stop.
Lucius raised his right fist and signaled the two players behind him to stop.
And at the same time that the group of people stopped, a black gun barrel protruded from between the aluminum alloy plates on the wall.
Showing off the weapon means no hostility.
It seemed that this contact was considered a success, and Lucius was slightly relieved.
The man standing on the wall shouted aggressively.
"Hey, hey, stop! Who are you? What are you doing here!"
"We have no malicious intentions, we just want to exchange something with you," Lucius said, looking at the man in front of him without changing his expression, signaling the players behind him not to be nervous.
"Change something?"
The man took a quick glance at the cart behind the three of them, but did not take his index finger away from the trigger, and still stared at Lucius with suspicious eyes.
"I haven't seen you, where are you from?"
Lucius moved out the rhetoric he had prepared in advance.
"Coming from the wilderness, we are recent migrations to these parts."
The man hesitated to ask.
"Nomad?"
Lucius shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.
"It depends on how you understand."
Nomads are not uncommon in the wasteland, especially in the suburbs, they can even be said to be relatively common.
These people usually do not enter urban areas, and mainly wander in the wilderness between cities.
They don't do farming, they live by grazing and hunting, chasing the footprints of different species and herds, migrating from one area to another, and occasionally doing business like merchants, using the prey they hunt and the garbage they pick up In exchange for daily necessities.
Of course, they occasionally do the business of robbing houses.
There are no absolute good or bad people in the wasteland. Under certain circumstances and conditions, anyone can become a predator.
The man didn't immediately trust the three people in front of the door, but the guns in their hands made him dare not act rashly. Especially not knowing how many people there are in their 'Tribe'.
"What do you have in your goods? What are you planning to change?"
"50 kilograms of dried bacon, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 furs of mutated hyenas... We need hardware tools and food grown in the ground. I promise, we will leave after the transaction is completed, and we will never stay here for a second. "
Finally believing that this group of people came to trade, the man slowly withdrew the muzzle of the gun sticking out of the cover, and said in a warning tone.
"You guys wait here, I'll go back and ask for instructions."
"Please."
After finishing speaking, Lucius stood quietly and waited.
The two players behind him were whispering in low voices.
"This survivor's stronghold is a bit awesome... I'm talking about the architectural style here, which has the taste of the post-apocalypse."
"Indeed, it seems that this update has a lot of content."
"By the way, is that the new NPC?"
"It should be, but I don't know what he is talking about."
"Ghost knows, I just know that expression looks a bit unbeatable..."
"I feel so too."
Nobody likes being pointed at a gun.
Lucius didn't like it either. But after all, I can't be resurrected, so I still have to restrain myself when I'm wandering outside.
Without waiting too long, the iron gate ahead opened quickly.
A wooden trailer, pulled by a serf in handcuffs, came out of the fence under the watchful eyes of two gunmen.
The trailer was piled with sacks full of grain and tools stuffed into wooden frames.
The man who had shouted to Lucius on the wall before also came out of the door, staring at him with piercing eyes.
"Karunas."
"Lucius."
The two briefly shook hands, and quickly let go.
Looking at Lucius, Karunas continued.
"I want to know what kind of meat is on your cart."
"The dried bacon is the meat of mutant hyenas, and the smoked fish is catfish and crucian carp. You can check it at will." Lucius said calmly.
He knew what the man was worried about.
Karunas didn't talk nonsense, walked forward, reached out to lift off the plastic sheet on the cart, and went closer to check it carefully. Especially those bacon, is the object of key inspection.
He took out a small knife from his waist, randomly picked a piece of jerky that was still in good condition, cut off a piece the size of a thumb, and threw it to the slave pulling the cart.
"Ate."
The slave didn't dare to resist, so he quickly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth, fearing that he would be beaten if he was too late, he chewed for a while and said hastily.
"It's the meat of a mutated hyena, without salt, purely air-dried."
It's normal that there is no salty smell. After all, this is an inland place. Karunas didn't say much, and waited quietly with her eyes slightly closed.
Almost ten minutes passed.
Seeing that the slave didn't have any abnormal reaction, his eyebrows stretched slightly, he looked back at Lucius, and said, gesturing with numbers with both hands.
"One kilogram of bacon and smoked fish is exchanged for 2 kilograms of green wheat, or 2 kilograms of croissants. Fur is exchanged for tools, and one piece is exchanged for one piece."
The croissant is a root crop that tastes a bit like a potato and is shaped like a goat's horn. Because it is rich in carbohydrates and is easy to store and plant, this thing, like green wheat, is the main ration of the survivors in the vicinity.
When he was on Beit Street before, Lucius saw survivors planting this thing in front of his house, for example, Yuki's family across the door had it.
Lucius had tried planting before, but soon gave up.
It's not that he can't grow it, but he has to go out to pick up waste every day, no one at home is watching, the first crop has just grown a little, and he doesn't know which family will let him go...
It might be a good idea to buy some croissants and plant them back at the outpost.
"One kilogram of bacon is exchanged for at least five kilograms of grain, half of green wheat and half of croissants. In addition, these furs are all high-quality furs, and one piece of fur must be exchanged for at least three tools," Lucius said, shaking his head, "I been to Beit Street, don't think I don't know the market."
The quoted price is just for bargaining.
However, what Lucius didn't expect was that after listening to his offer, this Karunas did not counter-offer, but looked at him with astonishment.
Could it be that the self-reported price is too high?
Just when Lucius was thinking about whether to take the initiative to give in, the man in front of him finally came to his senses, looked at Lucius with a strange expression, and nodded slowly.
"……Deal."
Don't these people bargain when they do business?
Lucius was taken aback for a moment, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he cursed in his heart.
F*ck!
That dog-shit mayor! How dare he mess around with food prices!
The two players next to them were completely confused. After all, they couldn't understand the language, and they couldn't understand the communication between the manager and the 'Indigenous' in front of them.
But look at that person nodding...
Should it be a deal?
I just don't know why, the face of the manager is not very good.
50 kilograms of dried bacon and 20 kilograms of smoked fish were exchanged for 350 kilograms of green wheat and croissants, which filled more than a dozen sacks.
The remaining ten furs were exchanged for thirty tools.
When Lucius selected tools, he chose those with better quality, preferably alloy products produced before the war. Don't look at these old antiques from two hundred years ago.
In terms of quality, I don't know how much better it is than the imitations made of iron or pure steel by the aborigines on the wasteland.
Karunas didn't say anything, and didn't care about Lucius's pick and choose. Obviously, there are still a bunch of these tools in the farm, and most of them are sold by scavengers picking up garbage nearby, and passing merchants pick up the rest.
After the grain is weighed, it is all loaded onto the cart.
Karunas and Lucius shook hands, and finally squeezed out a stiff smile on the face that was tense because of distrust.
"Welcome again."
"I will."
"We still grow some varieties of tobacco leaves here, do you need them?" Karunas took out a handful of dried tobacco leaves from his pocket and sold them to Lucius, "It can relieve fatigue, and it can also increase the flavor when wrapped in food.
"Next time, we have nothing to trade."
If possible, Lucius originally wanted to buy one or two slaves to use back, but as he said, he has nothing left to trade.
"Next time? No, no, my friend, there is no charge for this bag, it's a gift for you."
Karunas stuffed it into Lucius's hand with a smile on his face. This time his smile was much more skillful than before.
Hearing that it was a gift, Lucius no longer refused, and accepted it decisively. Although he doesn't smoke this stuff, he should be able to exchange it for one or two chips if he sells it.
The deal is finally done.
Lucius ordered Tomorrow to drag the cart on the road, and finally shook hands with this Karunas, then turned around and followed with Walker.
On the way back, Lucius was in a very good mood.
This transaction can be described as a bumper harvest. The two players who came with him were also in a good mood, and they were discussing excitedly at the moment.
"Is this called Brown's Farm?"
Tomorrow: "Well, I remember the same name... Not surprisingly, today's test should be the trading system and the new neutral force stronghold! It's just my guess, and the new game of running a business should be updated next. Remember what the dog planner told us before? Wasteland OL's economic system will be designed according to a completely real demand supply system, and the exchange of materials with other survivor gathering places is essential! I estimate that this part will be in two It will be updated within one version!"
Walker: "Yes, I'm really looking forward to the public beta when you say that!"
Tomorrow: "The public beta is probably still early. This game company has a lot of ambitions, and there are still a lot of content to be tested. But I feel that there is no need to wait for the public beta. By the internal beta stage, the game content should already be very rich!"
Walker: "But having said that... are you sure that Brother Light can't hear you, when you're talking about the dog planner here?"
Tomorrow took a deep breath.
"Hiss... Shit, I panicked when you said that. Brother Light, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
Lucius: "..."
Never mind. Just pretend not to hear.
As a conscientious NPC, Lucius did not participate in the discussion between the two players. His eyes naturally spread around, seemingly wandering carelessly, but in fact he was observing every possible dangerous shadow.
It's around ten o'clock in the morning, which is considered a relatively safe time. But it is not to be taken lightly. In the wasteland, anything can happen.
"Did you hear anything?" Walker, who was arguing with Tomorrow, suddenly stopped, frowning and looked around.
"Sound?"
Tomorrow was taken aback for a moment, although he didn't hear anything, his footsteps still stopped.
Lucius frowned, looked around vigilantly, and unconsciously pushed the safety on the gun with his index finger.
He also heard the voice...
It's the breath of a different species!
Lucius raised his head suddenly, and looked towards the vine-covered buildings along the street in front of him. He saw a hideous monster crawling on the wall. His eyes fixed on everyone motionlessly.
It has no legs, but instead has four slender and explosive arms. The dry fingers are like hooks, firmly fixing the body to the concrete wall.
The muscles in his chest undulated gently, and a human leg bone was held in the corner of his bloody mouth, his hissing breath exuded a desire for flesh and blood.
Lucius's pupils shrank suddenly, almost to a point.
Crawler!
