Hours had passed since Alex had awoken from his slumber, and the Caravan was all set and ready to exit haven's gates and abandon the small settlement. Maybe one day, when the denizens of this small community had sufficient strength, they would return. However, in these turbulent times, it was necessary to relocate.
Many of the survivors gazed back at the gates of the abandoned settlement with complex expressions. After all, this had been their home for over two months now and had provided them sanctuary during the initial collapse of American society.
Due to a severe lack of transportation in this post-apocalyptic society. A caravan was a fancy way of referring to many survivors, which mostly consisted of individuals carrying only what they were personally capable of. However, there were a few small wagons that were hauled by some of the stronger survivors.