The soldier opened the door of the truck and approached the man blocking the way. "I will go take a look."Lucas leaned against the window to see what was happening.The man outside was thin and shabby. His face was stained with dirt, making it almost impossible to tell his age.The white t-shirt he was wearing was already dyed black and riddled with holes. Resembling a beggar."Is there something you need?" Despite the frown on his face from the abrupt interception of their vehicle, the soldier's words were polite."I—am so sorry. I didn't mean to." The man stuttered in a dry and hoarse voice. He glanced between the truck and the soldier in front of him. His worn-out gaze was a common sight in the apocalypse. Devoid of hope and light. "I heard that some people just returned from the black hole—my wife, my pregnant wife—she and my unborn daughter were swallowed by it on our way here."At this point his voice cracked. He seems to understand how impossible these words are; the hand by