Thick, dark clouds blanketed the entire sky, and heavy snow continued to drift down from the heavens. Gusts of wind occasionally blew, whipping up white waves, and people's footsteps appeared deep and shallow on the snow-covered streets. Cars, unable to move, could only sit parked on the streets, leaving themselves to be buried by the snow. For the people out and about, the luckiest thing was to step on the roof of a car hidden beneath the thick layer of snow.
Song Muyuan and Ci Lin, like the pedestrians around them, were half-buried in snow as they trudged through, their figures disappearing into the heavy falling snow before long.
After a little more than two hours had passed, on the snow-enshrouded streets near Dongsheng Co-management in Xige City, one decaying hand after another burst through the layer of snow as a horde of zombies crawled out from beneath it.
