The last group consisted of three women who clearly didn't want to join the two men. However, because of this, their situation was extremely miserable.
While those people were enjoying instant noodles, even with meat, these three women had only a piece of a small biscuit. They cherished it, nibbling on it slowly, afraid it would run out too quickly.
Their pitiful appearance reminded me of the times when we were hungry. It was truly miserable when there was nothing to eat. Just a few biscuits were treated like treasures, nibbled on bit by bit, unwilling to swallow them too quickly.
Now I understood why these survivors didn't want to pay attention to us after we arrived. Because Iris and I were empty-handed, obviously lacking any supplies.
Looking at the bespectacled man and the disgusti
