On the roof of a six-story building in the city center, a group of filthy survivors is sprawled.
Some of them are armed; some are fiddling with unidentifiable equipment, while many are glued to the lens of a high-precision projector, watching the four-meter tall zombie that looks just like the Grim Reaper in movies!
Despite their unkempt appearance, their bodies all look robust, indicating they must be living in good conditions.
They are slathered in greenish-yellow muck which seems like some kind of slime, which has dried and clung to their clothes, fracturing into chunks.
Not far away, a few survivors are squatting next to a dead zombie, dissecting its internal organs. They smear the pus from inside onto their faces, hands, and clothes. Once done, they douse themselves with vinegar that sits nearby!
The stench was unbearable!
The surrounding air wreaks of a smell that churns one's stomach. The survivors, however, don't flinch, as they've grown accustomed to the smell.
