At the entrance of Town of Hope.
The followers of the commercial team unloading goods nervously looked around, feeling a trace of panic at the sudden mist encroaching from all directions.
Both the guards at the entrance and the mercenaries standing near the truck clenched their rifles, warily observing their surroundings, especially the small woods to the north.
The townspeople exchanged glances and whispered in surprise.
"Is it getting foggy?"
"Why in the afternoon?"
"And this color…"
"It doesn't look like normal fog, could it be some kind of poisonous gas…"
"Could it be those mutants?"
Such speculation wasn't without reason, given that the mutants had visited the place a few days ago and had been defeated by the Alliance.
People's eyes gradually filled with panic; they returned home, those who could found gas masks to wear, and those who couldn't soaked towels to cover their mouths and noses.
