Dusk descends, the distant mountains grow dim, and the chilly sky looms over wretched white huts.
Dogs bark behind the firewood gate, as someone returns through the wind and snow at night.
In Bai Jie's heart, this was the most difficult moment of her life, even more desperate than when the zombies first erupted.
When the zombies came, they could muster their courage to resist and pick up weapons to fight back.
But in such extreme weather, the cold was constantly draining their physical fitness and eroding their willpower.
In the cold, she felt powerless.
And at this time, Li Yu and the rest had given her hope, warmth, and consolation.
Inside the infirmary, everyone quietly listened to Bai Jie recounting the hardships they had faced along the way.
Of the six people who left Jiefang City, none had been killed by zombies, but today, on their way here, a sister had frozen to death.
Now, there were only five of them left.
