122 The Second Apocalypse: The Fall of Civilization

This night was difficult for everyone. Endless hordes of zombies relentlessly assaulted the survivors' camps like a never-ending tide. People transitioned from initial fear to numbness, mechanically repeating their slashing motions.

Exhaustion was written on everyone's faces. In a single night, nearly a third of the people never lived to see dawn break, with smoke from battles and fires covering the entire city of Su. One after another, the survivors' camps were breached by the tide of corpses.

Without the barricades for defense, even those clad in alloy armor were devoured to the bone by the zombie tide. It was a gluttonous feast belonging solely to the zombies. Desperate cries and roars were interspersed with the thick, pungent stench of blood and flesh wafting through the air.