North of Dawn City.
A group of refugees appeared in the patrol team's view.
In fact, the on-duty sentinels had spotted them as they passed through Far Creek Town; with so many people, it was impossible to cross through the forest — they had to take the main road.
Though refugees had been joining Dawn City sporadically, a procession of over three hundred was rare.
Not willing to take any chances, the patrol team leader, carrying a Mediator's Rifle, approached with five squad members and shouted from a distance of fifty meters.
"Who are you?"
As he shouted, he scrutinized the group.
The team consisted of men and women, old people, and children… They didn't seem to be looters, but he couldn't completely let his guard down either.
The leader of the group stepped forward a few paces.
"We're survivors from West State City, the looters destroyed our homes… You said on the radio broadcasts that you would take in those who are homeless, we have nowhere else to go, please let us in."