110 Fourteen days, Two weeks & Taking separate paths (Part 3-Last)

When the ten buses left the university grounds for the first time in half a month, the students and teachers could not believe what they were seeing even though the reality was right in front of their eyes.

The main streets that had previously been crowded to the point where it looked like a shopping mall even at night were devoid of any sign of human life. The automobiles that previously roared with their engines constantly running were there, but their engines no longer roared and their wheels no longer rolled.

Dozens of cars had crashed into buildings, houses, lamp posts, traffic lights. The number of cars that had hit other cars in sight was at least twenty; the whole street was a total mess with broken glass, plastic, fiberglass, and some houses knocked down by larger vehicles.