Looking eastward, a giant blaze rose from the silent, desolate city. This city had been without management for years and under the erosion of time; it had turned into a semi-ruin.
On the crisscross streets, the roars of the zombies broke the heavens. A few modified buses traveled in the middle of the crowded horde of zombies. The rotating shovel at the vehicle's front turned the zombies into minced meat. Vehicles of the convoy were fitted with flamethrowers, spewing out searing flames, turning a host of zombies into charred remains.
They were charging towards the toll station. In Tang Ye's perspective, the number of zombies was enormous and terrifying. The visible streets were packed with dense hordes of zombies, sending chills down one's spine just at the sight of it!
Not only was the bus carving a path through the mass of zombies, other lines of survivor convoys were also rushing in their direction.
"That is..."
"This is getting weird."
