East Bridge.
Another freezing weather.
The cold wind howled as it blew, the city's surrounding plants had long withered, showing the ever-changing weather of the apocalypse, while the sky was gloomy, as if it were about to snow.
It is now winter, and everywhere is filled with a desolate atmosphere.
Yet today, East Bridge seemed more lively than ever, the sky was cold, but people's hearts were warm, the entire East Bridge was bustling, from households to professionals, warriors, down to the survivors and refugees, all were talking.
Every corner of East Bridge was discussing one thing, the forces of East Bridge had defeated the zombie horde, even killing the enemy leader on the spot, solidifying their victory.
A few days ago, a disaster struck, a settlement dozens of miles away was surrounded by zombies, with countless casualties, sparking panic, everyone was trembling in fear that by the next day, zombies would reach the city walls.
