Meanwhile, Ethan caught a few flying ants in a small jar, carefully sealing the lid. He planned to bring them back to the States as a special gift.
He didn't need many—just a few would do.
After all, these little guys reproduced insanely fast.
Ethan felt pretty pleased with himself, convinced this little "research project" of his was absolutely top-tier stuff.
Satisfied, he decided it was time to get back to tracking down the humans.
After passing through Zone B, Ethan entered Zone A—the heart of the shelter. But the place was already deserted, with no sign of human life anywhere.
Even the valuable stuff had been cleared out completely.
He walked past lounges and meeting rooms, noticing random clutter scattered around—geisha outfits, tatami mats, bottles of sake—everything had a distinctly Japanese vibe. The lingering scent of humans was still fresh, indicating they'd left not long ago.
Eventually, at the far end of the shelter, Ethan found a narrow corridor.
