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Jack took the initiative to break the silence that had lasted for some time, turning to Vivian and asking, "So... what do you know about Paradise Town?" His voice carried a hint of curiosity and inquiry, as if this topic held significant importance to him.
Vivian twisted her neck, seemingly to relax her muscles, then leaned back in her chair and her gaze became somewhat distant, as if recalling something. She slowly said, " Paradise Town... you heard about it on the radio too, right?" Her tone contained a hint of probing, as if trying to confirm the source of Jack's information.
"A group calling themselves Cavalry has found a piece of paradise in the northeast corner," Vivian continued, her voice carrying a hint of envy, perhaps longing for that "paradise." "They claim it's a shelter free from nuclear radiation, a true refuge open to all seeking to escape the apocalypse."
She paused, seemingly weighing how to proceed. "But can such a place truly be safe in this world? I've been pondering whether there might be some secrets behind it that we don't know." Vivian's gaze turned deep, revealing her deep skepticism and curiosity about the potential hidden truths behind Paradise Town.
In that quiet and tense atmosphere, Jack slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the inside of his right forearm. There, outlined with a marker, was a set of coordinates, the black ink standing out vividly against his skin: "64.3 degrees north, 93.7 degrees east." His eyes shimmered with a deep sense of exploration, as if these numbers were not just a geographical location, but a puzzle, a secret to be unraveled, a potential key to changing their fate. His voice carried a hint of uncertainty as he asked Vivian, "I don't understand... have you ever encountered these people who call themselves the Cavalry? Are they foes or friends?"
Vivian seemed unsurprised by Jack's confusion, her face showing little change in expression, as if she had anticipated Jack's question. Instead of directly answering, she responded with another question, a manner that seemed to have become an unspoken understanding in this world, a wisdom for survival: "What do you think? In this apocalypse, how many people have you seen awaken like us? How many can not only survive in this chaotic wasteland, but evolve into what they call the new human? What hidden power lies behind this?"
This series of questions is like a series of heavy bombs falling on Jack's heart. Vivian's words are not only about the pursuit of Cavalry, but also a profound reflection on this New World Order. On this ruins, the appearance of each awakened person is not accidental, but a product of the delicate balance between the chaos and reconstruction of this world. Every person, every organization's appearance, in their own way, is trying to interpret this world and find their own way of survival.
Jack fell silent, his gaze lingered on Vivian's face for a moment, then turned to the dark sky. In the night, the stars twinkled, as if silently witnessing everything. At this moment, he seemed to realize that this world is much more complex than he imagined, and behind the existence of each awakened person and every choice, there are countless stories and secrets. And he is just a small character in this vast story, trying to find his place and answers.
Vivian fell silent for a moment, as if recalling fragments of those days, then she spoke, "Those Cavalry, they did pass through our area in the last two months. I only watched them from afar at the time, didn't really make contact. But their leader seemed to have had deep conversations with Rein. I don't know the specifics, but after that, Rein seemed to know more and more about us awakened ones. It's as if he learned a lot about us from Cavalry." Her tone carried a hint of contemplation, as if trying to understand the hidden truths beneath the surface.
Jack nodded, his eyes revealing a complex mix of curiosity and vigilance. He asked, "Who is Rein?" This question seemed to open another door, leading to more unknown secrets and stories. Vivian's gaze became heavy, as if mentioning Rein was not just about a person's name, but also touched upon a complex past and an unfinished story for her.
Vivian's voice sounded particularly loud in the desolate ruins as she gazed at Jack, her eyes becoming more complex and profound, as if she still possessed incredible cunning and ambition in this post- wasteland. "Rein, the leader of The Curse of the Wild, is my direct superior. His presence is not only the core of The Curse of the Wild, but also the focus of our future dealings," Vivian said slowly, each word carrying weight. Her lips curled slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, as if she had already foreseen the dawn of victory in this treacherous endgame.
Jack's expression slightly faltered upon hearing this, then became more serious, his eyes flashing with vigilance and distrust. He took a step back, maintaining a distance from Vivian, seemingly constantly weighing and evaluating the hidden truth behind her words. At this moment, the ruins around them seemed to become witnesses to this psychological confrontation, with a subtle and tense atmosphere permeating the air. Jack knew clearly in his heart that this post-apocalyptic survival game was far more complex than he had imagined. Every survivor he encountered could be a potential ally or enemy, and every choice could affect his path to survival. Therefore, facing a proposal from Vivian, he had to be extremely cautious, carefully considering every word and action to ensure that he could maintain an advantage in this endgame, rather than becoming a pawn on someone else's chessboard.
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