There was a huge wall of ice, extremely tall, like a wave over twenty metres, had crashed onto the land from the sea—the ice was more than several hundred metres thick and inside this cold, frigid frozen land were millions of undead and mutants of all stages... as if they were buried in the earth millions of years ago... some were starting to thaw and pull themselves from the frozen wall that dwarfed Alexander.
"Oh, wow..."
"So many.... If they broke free, not just New Haven but... even the north would be in danger..."
What do I do... If I stay longer to wipe these zombies out, then getting north gets harder and harder with the increase in their power and evolutions... what if I am too late?
Is splitting up the right choice?
Then what if my beloved women die while I piss about going north... do I wait alone... with a select few as they push ahead? Those that can flay and adapt to the cold?
[Alexander! Calm down!]
