(First update, asking for Monthly Tickets!)
"Excuse me..."
A female survivor asked with a trembling voice: "Could we... could you give us a little something to eat?"
As soon as she spoke up, others also began to plead.
However, they all didn't dare to approach Ling Mo and his group rashly, especially the submachine gun carried on Ling's back, which was quite daunting for ordinary people.
Suffering from chronic malnutrition and trapped in such a gloomy place, these people weren't much better off than the refugees seen on television in the past.
Moreover, there was a sour and stinky smell on their bodies, it was unknown how long it had been since they last bathed.
Most of them had cracked lips, indicating that they probably didn't get to drink much water usually.
"Please..."
"Give us a little something to eat!"
"I am almost starving..."
