The red mist descends and the highway becomes a purgatory.
The refugees stick together to protect their homes.
The tide of beasts, ruthless bandits, and poisonous winds threaten to kill each other one after another.
We have no guns and no food, but we have brothers, doctors, the old and the weak, and the immortal heart.
Keep your heart as your oath and fight to the bitter end.
The road is in a desperate situation and we will fight to the death!
