The night was deep and dark.
Zombie roars rose and fell.
They staggered forward from the cement road.
Standing on the wall, Ju Tianrui and the others felt their palms slightly sweaty, watching the zombies nervously.
It had been a long time since they defended against a Zombie Tide under such a low wall.
Now their only relief was that it wasn't raining.
Under the illumination of the floodlight, everything was clearly visible.
Zombies were like a tide, the cement road resembling a sluice gate, with zombies continuously pouring towards the orchard from the road.
The pitch-black mountains and forests held a sense of mystery.
The zombies below flowed like water, slowly moving to the low orchard nearby.
In the open space outside the main gate, just fifty or sixty meters away, zombies densely packed.
They opened their bloody mouths, roaring, firmly stepping towards the main gate.
Dapao turned on the floodlight, the sudden brightness illuminating the area of the zombies.
