The sun was getting low, giving the sky a brilliant orange hue from its setting. From the distance, one could hear the moans of the undead echoing in both directions and bringing a chill to everyone's heart.
The group of survivors was on their way to Mathew's new camp, but with every step they took, it brought them closer to hordes upon hordes of zombies that potentially lurked in every corner.
Mathew and his comrades marched through these streets with determination as they pushed forth towards their destination—they had no time to waste if they wanted to survive this night together.
