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The ruins here look very messy, but Gwen is still familiar with this place. Ivan follows Gwen around, and it seems that there is no road at all, but Gwen walks out of the place with a very organized feeling.

After a while, the two came to an abandoned bank.

"This is our sanctuary," Gwen said.

Ivan nodded. They chose this place, which was also a very wise decision, because for the sake of anti-theft, the design of the bank was inherently stronger, and there was a vault behind it. In case of danger, you could hide in the vault. .

"You guys are quite picky." Ivan said with a smile-.

"Well, when I came here, they had been living here for a few months, and now I'll take you to meet everyone in the shelter." Gwen said, and tapped on the bank's roll. – Curtain doors.

And there was a cuckoo cry from inside, and then Gwen knocked again, and the shutter door opened from the inside.

Ivan carefully observed just now that the rhythm of Gwen's knocking on the door changed before the bird chirping could be heard inside. I think this is also a set of "recognition" measures that they came up with in order to survive.

After the shutter door opened, an aunt in her fifties came out to greet you, "Oh Gwen! It's really hard for you this trip today, look at your face, why is it so dirty... Hey, who is this young man? "

The aunt looked very easy-going, but she was dressed in shabby clothes, and her high cheekbones had sunken face, all of which showed the cruelty of life here as the end of the world.

"Hello, I'm Ivan, a survivor who passed by here, and Gwen's high school classmate. I happened to meet today." Ivan said politely.

"Oh! Look, this young man came out of a large shelter!" The reason why Auntie said that was also because Ivan was wearing relatively clean clothes.

Then Gwen took Ivan into the bank, and Ivan was very surprised that Gwen and the others still had electricity.

As soon as I entered, there was no stench or a very messy feeling as I imagined. On the contrary, the whole bank lobby looked neatly packed. Although there were some luggage piled in the corners, in general, it was still very tidy. After all, here It is also the end of the world, and the contrast between inside and outside is very strong.

As soon as he entered, Ivan was surrounded by five pairs of curious eyes.

"My name is Dina, that's Tom, that's my husband, and the little friend next to me is my son Hadi, come to Hadi, say a word to this brother Roar, hey, why did you run away?" Hadi was seeing After Ivan, the trot disappeared, as if hiding behind the pillars of the bank hall, and the aunt looked a little embarrassed.

"This child seems to be suffering from autism after this disaster, but now this situation... let alone a doctor, there is no way to get it, so it has been like this, but he is very good, Just a little timid. Rodina's husband, Uncle Tom, came over and said.

It was a tall-looking middle-aged man with deep eyes, giving a sense of security, he stretched out his hand and held it with Ivan.

The moment Ivan touched Uncle Tom's hand, all he felt was the difficulty of the apocalypse. The hand was full of calluses, thick and steady.

Gwen introduced Ivan to three other people, a girl Jessica, who was almost an adult, and her brother Davis, both of whom seemed to be very introverted children, and the last one was with Ivan and the others. Bella of the same age, she is a very beautiful woman.

Ivan was surprised to find that her beauty level was not behind Gwen at all, but she had a quiet and reserved temperament.

After everyone got to know each other, Ivan knocked it down again. The hall of the bank was tidied up into a living room, with sofas, chairs, dining tables, some daily necessities, and even a TV. machine.

And those separate counters, which are usually used to handle business, are all regarded as bedrooms by everyone. They are perfect blocks and have strong privacy. Ivan feels that this place is designed for them.

"There's nothing to entertain you. You can eat a can first." Uncle Tom brought a can of military rations from a corner of the bank and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan looked at the can and it said luncheon meat.

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"This is some materials that were sent when the army took over here. In this city, there are still many cans like this, scattered everywhere, and it is also one of the few that can prove the existence of modern society. Evidence..."

While talking, Uncle Tom took out a pipe. It was an old-fashioned pipe, and he had to put the tobacco in it and light it before smoking.

"Tom, you're smoking again!" Aunt Dina said dissatisfied not far away.

"It's rare to have a new member today, let me indulge, haha, in this apocalypse, I don't know how many days I can live.

Ivan didn't know what to say. He opened the can silently, but saw Hardy, who was hiding behind the pillar, staring blankly at the luncheon meat in his hand. The topping splits the lunch meat in two.

"Come on, this piece is for you." Ivan shook his head at Hardy.

"He just had lunch..."

"It's okay, I think he's hungry too, let him eat." Ivan said with a smile.

After Ivan finds another ability for energy conversion, the demand for food is not high, or he can already rely on the original food intake method, and use a method similar to photosynthesis to directly transfer energy to his body.

But when I eat, I can really get a sense of satisfaction, so Ivan usually puts some delicious food in the system space, but this time it came in handy.

Hardy looked at Ivan carefully, then came over, picked up the luncheon meat, ate it happily, and gave Ivan a cute little face.

"What a lovely child, at his age, if this kind of thing hadn't happened, he should still be playing with his friends on campus... ah.

"Yeah, I miss going to school now. Although it's a little hard to go to school and do an internship at the same time, it's nothing compared to my current life," Gwen said.

"Hey, hey, I have an objection to this point. If I go back to study, I'd rather live here all the time." Davis said righteously.