The 52nd day of the apocalypse dawned.
Early in the morning, at the gates of the territories of Barnes Village, Glasgow Village, and Djibouti Village, groups had gathered.
Locke of Barnes Village and the others, as soon as daylight broke, had packed up their belongings and assembled at the territory gate with their teammates' families; after counting the number of people, they set off without delay.
And there were several groups like Locke's from Barnes Village.
The soldiers guarding the gate didn't think much of the first group, since it's normal for a merchant team to have many people, and it was common to have the elderly, women, and children in the group; perhaps some people were taking their families for a visit to another territory, which was nothing out of the ordinary.
But as the second group, third group, and even more groups kept arriving with lots of ordinary people, the soldiers finally sensed something was wrong.
