Inside the government's last stronghold, a bleak yet organized effort continued to sustain life. In an open area near the stronghold, eleven "specimen zombies" stood as silent guards. Genetically modified to be intimidating but lacking the strength to face off with the new, more ferocious mutant zombies and Brutes, these specimen zombies managed only to ward off the weaker, regular undead. It was a calculated yet flimsy defense, and the soldiers knew it all too well.
Heavily armed soldiers monitored the perimeter as survivors, now laboring as farmers under strict oversight, worked the soil. Rows of potatoes, alongside a scattering of other hardy vegetables, were slowly taking root in the prepared fields. This land was a lifeline, a fragile answer to the stronghold's dwindling resources.
