A middle-aged man with blond hair and a robust build, carrying a shotgun on his back, gripped his binoculars tightly as he stared at Yasin's off-road vehicle until it disappeared from view.
A smirk of arrogant confidence played on his lips as he turned to the girl behind him.
"Miara, see that? No one understands this apocalypse better than me! I told you there were still survivors in that town! That bastard is even crazier than I am!"
The girl called Miara rolled her eyes helplessly.
"So what if there are survivors? Dad, you should focus on fixing our yacht first."
