The light within the passage grew brighter and brighter. At last, they reached the tunnel's exit and emerged onto the surface.
The climate in the apocalypse was far too bizarre. When they went underground, it had felt like the depths of winter—yet when they came back out, the sun was already hanging overhead.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought they'd spent half a year in the ant nest.
Then again, considering everything they had endured underground, it truly had felt like an eternity.
Outside the tunnel lay an open stretch of suburban land.
Humans and animals who had narrowly escaped death poured out of the tunnel in waves.
The subterranean creatures clearly disliked the brightness. They scattered in all directions, vanishing into patches of grass beyond Albert's sight.
The people, on the other hand, collapsed directly onto the ground in exhaustion, each of them staring blankly ahead with dazed expressions, as if they had just awakened from a nightmare.
