Wrath
Editor: Larbre Studio
The eastside of Los Angeles was a desert. Of course, it was not like the Sahara, but rather like the Gobi.
Every year, the cold air from the coastline would grow as it passed through the dry and hot region. By the time it blew toward the middle and eastern states, it would turn into a hurricane.
According to Risfar's guide, Chen Zhao drove onto an abandoned road.
The road had probably been built in the '70s or '80s. The yet-to-be removed billboards on the sides fully illustrated its age.
Such a place might not even receive a single visitor in an entire year.
After driving for over ten kilometers, even the road disappeared completely. Only stone fragments remained.
Chen Zhao drove the van onto the stony path. It was not totally barren but filled with some grass.
The sea breeze from the southwest would bring some moisture and nourish the soil.
Chen Zhao saw a shabby wooden house in front, where a few cars were parked.