There are also children, the ones too young weren't visible, but there were heaps of kids around ten years old, running wild between the camps.
Even though many faces showed fatigue, there was no despair, rather a tenacious spirit.
He suddenly realized.
It seemed he was too deeply influenced by disaster films from the old times, always instinctively thinking that order could easily collapse.
Thinking that a small natural disaster could lead to a bigger human calamity.
But the reality is, he had underestimated the resilience humanity had honed under the Wasteland era, against natural and human disasters.
The car gradually drove away from the refugee camp, the outline of the South Inspection Station was getting closer and closer.
Cheng Ye turned his head and thoughtfully asked, "Are such people difficult to manage?"
"Hmm?" Jiang Chuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Yes, they are indeed difficult to manage."
