Chapter 200

Chapter 200
Eve’s POV
I never expected that I'd been walking along the road for a whole day until the sun set below the horizon, but still couldn't see the edge of the city.
A normal person's walking speed can reach five kilometers per hour, but I calculated that, based on my physical condition, my walking speed was only about three kilometers per hour.
I'd walked for over seven hours today, covering about twenty kilometers.
Right now, I just felt dizzy and my legs were shaking constantly. I could keep walking forward almost all thanks to the momentum of my legs.
"I just hope I can die a little later..."
"It can help me find some evidence..."
"Vicky, Luke, where are you..."
After walking for another ten minutes or so, I was really too tired to move. I found a run-down building and walked in. It was getting dark. If I were outdoors, I would encounter those strange "bugs." Although I didn't know exactly what danger those bugs posed for the time being, I still chose to avoid these unnecessary troubles in advance.
I lit a fire with Murphy's lighter, then took out the map of "Heaven Gate," turned it over to the back, and with my finger dipped in my blood, roughly recorded the distance I'd walked before.
This city was much larger than I'd imagined.
I thought that walking along the road would at least lead me to a place like the wilderness, but unexpectedly, the buildings around me gradually grew taller, as if I were walking from the suburbs to the city center.
The diameter of an ordinary city rarely exceeds fifty kilometers. While drawing with my own blood, I was calculating something. "Theoretically, I'll reach the edge of the city before tomorrow afternoon. Then everything will be clear."
Thinking of this, I moved closer to the fire and found a relatively comfortable position to lie down. The blood on my body had all dried up, giving off a foul smell of rust.
Last night, Lila treated my wound with a torch. Although the bleeding stopped, the burned area was both painful and itchy, making it hard for me to sleep all night.
After dawn, I got up, dragging my body which was almost worn out.
A night's rest didn't restore any of my physical strength. I was completely exhausted now.
There was no water source, no food and no medicine.
I was even a little envious of Owen Parker for being able to die so straightforwardly.
I found a few relatively clean pieces of waste paper from the room, tore them into pieces and swallowed them.
If one had nothing in their stomach, they might never see the edge of the city.
Facing the rising sun, I set off again.
I was already far from the original square. Here, you couldn't hear the "bell" and rarely saw "masked people."
As I delved deeper and deeper, the number of locals in the city gradually increased.
It was just like a real city here, except that most of the people on the streets were walking corpses. They had no expressions, no aggression and didn't communicate with others. They just wandered aimlessly on the streets.
For a moment, I felt like a walking corpse on this street.
There was no difference in their movements, expressions, looks or even the speed at which they walked.
How ironic was this?
Could it be that these people were once wounded and then headed for the edge of the city with a clear goal?
As the sun rose higher and higher, I felt that my state wasn't quite right.
I touched my forehead and neck. It seemed they were already getting hot.
It seemed that burning the wound with fire was still too risky. Even if it could temporarily stop the bleeding, it couldn't prevent the wound from getting infected and causing fever.
I felt that the more I walked, the heavier my eyelids became. I could fall to the ground at any moment. If I fell this time, I was afraid I would never be able to stand up again.
Nearly half an hour later, I slowly stopped by the roadside.
I couldn't even take a step.
At this moment, I put my hand on an old taxi by the roadside, panting heavily.
"What a pity..." I glanced at the road in the distance. There was still a long way to go, but unfortunately, I was about to collapse here. It seemed that in the final moments of my life, I still wouldn't be able to see the ultimate secret of this place.
I held onto the old taxi, lowering my head in frustration. Just as I was about to sit down on the spot, I suddenly noticed someone in the car.
That person didn't seem like a corpse; instead, she was a woman blinking.
"Local..."
I looked at the hard ground and then at the soft seats in the car, and gave a bitter smile.
If I really had to die here, I would at least choose a soft spot.
Thinking of this, I opened the car door and sat directly in the front passenger seat.
The car smelled very nice.
I didn't know if this could be regarded as good news. At the last moment, I could get rid of that stench that filled the entire city.
"I never thought the car seats would be so comfortable before..." I muttered to myself. "Now I can die in peace."
"Excuse me, where are we going?" The woman beside me asked indifferently.
"Where to?" I shook my head with a bitter smile. "Where else can I go now?"
I patted my thigh with my hand and slowly said, "Drive, drive to the edge of the city."
"The edge of the city?" The woman thought for a moment. "I don't know where that is. Could you show me the way?"
With that, the woman pressed the meter in the car and then turned the key.
Just as I expected, the car made an old sound and didn't start.
The woman didn't give up. She twisted the key several times in a row. Finally, after twisting the car key forcefully five times, the whole car began to tremble.
I was taken aback and turned my head to look at the woman in disbelief. She indeed didn't look like a "local." At least her complexion was rosy and her figure was well-proportioned. Could she be a "normal person"?
A "normal person" with her own car...
"Fasten your seat belt. Let's go." The woman reached out and shifted into first gear to start, releasing the clutch and stepping on the accelerator in one smooth motion.
I reached for the seat belt, somewhat at a loss, only to find that there was only an elastic rope beside me, and the metal buckle on it had rusted and rotted.
I didn't have time to think about this and could only try to strike up a conversation with the woman. "You... are you a taxi driver?"
"Guest, you're really good at joking." The woman shook her head and then shifted from second gear to third gear. "I'm not the driver. Could it be that I stole the car?"
Seeing the woman in front of me communicating smoothly, answering fluently and even cracking a little joke, I was even more confused.
A woman with such a normal mental state was clearly not a "local," so she should be a "participant," or even a masked person. But why would a "participant" drive a taxi?
"Haven't you noticed... is this place very abnormal?" I pointed at the scene outside the window, trying to figure out the position of this average-looking woman before me.
"Really?" After hearing this, the woman glanced out of the window and said indifferently. "It's a bit abnormal. It's overcast."
I sighed helplessly. It seemed the woman in front of me was still a "local," but it appeared she'd just transformed into a "local," and her thinking was still relatively clear at present.
"What's your name?" I asked again.
The woman didn't say a word. She pointed to the spot in front of me, where her professional qualification certificate was hung, with her photo and name on it.
She had a very nice name, Luna May.