The setting sun painted the entire wasteland in a dark orange glow. After a whole day of walking, my legs felt like they were filled with heavy sand, and every step became more and more difficult.
I was just a ordinary scavenger, struggling to survive in this ruined world. I had no powerful weapons, no reliable teammates, not even enough food and water. All I could do was keep moving forward, looking for any chance to live another day.
According to the information I got from other wanderers, the Black Fort was not far ahead. It was once a huge and powerful stronghold, but after the terrible storm, it had become a half-ruined place filled with rumors. Some said it was full of treasures, while others said it was a deadly trap.
I didn't care about treasures. I only cared about whether I could find a sip of clean water and a piece of edible food.
As I moved forward carefully, I kept my eyes on the surrounding ruins. The wasteland never lacked danger—mutated creatures, greedy scavengers, and deadly traps were hidden in every corner. I held my rusty crowbar tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.
Before I knew it, the sky completely darkened.
The outline of the Black Fort appeared in the night, tall and silent, like a giant beast lying on the wasteland.
It was too quiet.
No lights, no sounds, no signs of any living beings.
A strange sense of danger crept into my heart.
This was not a ruined abandoned stronghold.
It was like a huge trap, waiting quietly for its prey.
I stopped, hid behind a sand dune, and stared at the Black Fort from a distance.
My journey had just reached its real starting point.
And the storm hidden in the Black Fort was about to wake up.