"Mr. Whitman, we're approaching Steel Haven," said the burly middle-aged man in the lead truck, his voice tinged with nervousness as he pointed ahead.
Ethan looked up, a hint of resignation on his face.
"Quinn, just call me by my name, or 'Captain' if you prefer."
Quinn Brown, the man who had earlier begged Ethan to stay, was actually older than him and had been a football coach before the virus outbreak. Despite this, Quinn and the others treated Ethan with utmost respect, almost to the point of caution.
"Alright, Captain. We'll be entering Steel Haven in about five minutes. There might be some trouble with the inspection, but don't worry, I know how to handle it."
Quinn reminded Ethan carefully with a sheepish grin.
In the direction Quinn pointed, a factory resembling an iron barre
