282. Migration
In Russia, things weren't exactly going well for a certain camp. The humans there naturally built a base to survive, and they had been holding on for five months since the apocalypse.
Currently, the camp was at the edge of a city, filled with humans who carried out one duty or another.
Inside the camp were even more refined buildings made with advanced materials, not resembling bricks or any material known on Earth.
Three people sat in front of a blacksmith's anvil. They all seemed to be equipped with protective gear and weapons.
"The government has really been trying to unite the camps. The vampires and werewolves are still the problem, though," a man said as he smoked a cigarette.
His dark skin glistened in the sunlight, his muscles were refined, and his green eyes were sharp, glancing around as he talked. He had his long dreadlocks tied up in a ponytail.