Saturday, Day 140 of the Apocalypse Calendar, Saturday.
At ten in the afternoon, on a whim, Lu Ming climbed up his 400-meter high observation tower again after several days of absence.
He looked down from above at the entire city.
He could see that the Black Mist in the distance had already spread close. It was like an overwhelming curtain wall slowly but surely pressing towards Good Hope Village.
Below, in the other places surrounded by the Black Mist, Lu Ming saw zombies following the lead of higher-level zombies, entering the Black Mist Zone either willingly or passively.
There were exotic beasts hunting zombies along the way, feasting on them but inevitably being engulfed by the Black Mist.
Some monsters emerged from the Black Mist, wandering aimlessly and were shot in the head by Lu Ming's slingshot.
And then there were people too.
They were from the official migration team.
