The one not showing skin must have miscalculated the time, for after walking a while, he found that the pre-dawn darkness was about to pass and dawn was on the rise; he had not reached his destination and could not help but break into a jog to quicken his pace.
After jogging for a bit, he arrived on a narrow path and continued to run forward without looking up. The few in the car had been watching him, but before long, someone finally noticed something amiss – next to a grove of trees in the distance, there seemed to be a giant tent that appeared out of nowhere.
Only when they got closer did they realize that it wasn't any tent, but a pile of ragged tarp covers over something.
At this moment, the person in front was already running through the farmland, trampling over the sprouting Corn Seedlings as he dashed past. The group on the tricycle couldn't care less about anything else and all hopped off to follow suit.
