Ivy snapped out of her daze and looked at the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class nearing her location.
Spotting Ivy, the car stopped in front of her, and the windows were rolled down. A man with auburn hair and sculpted visage flashed a charming smile in Ivy's direction.
"Hey, can you tell us where Elro Hills are? General directions will do. Our phone is out of battery so we can't use google maps."
Though the man tried to create a friendly atmosphere, the dried blood on his forehead, and his disheveled appearance was speaking volumes about his arduous journey.
"It's 2 hours from here. And you are going in the wrong direction." Ivy calmly replied, before continuing with her journey.
Sensing her indifference, the man's eyes lit up. In an apocalypse, the only thing that can raise an alert is a helpful personality.
Outrageously so, the guards of the man were lowered, and he grinned. "Ma'am, you look tired. Do you want to join us?"
"No." Two voices sounded simultaneously.
