In the car behind, the eyes of the Fire Team members instantly became serious and focused, like two sharp knives, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
Every nerve in the body is tense, like a bow with a full string, ready to go, just like a cheetah holding its breath and staring at its prey in the jungle, always ready to deal with any possible emergency.
When the group actually stepped into the A City area, a unique atmosphere hit them, and they instantly became keenly aware of the city's unique flavor.
The street is like an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life. Although he is in his twilight years and his body is hunched, he still holds on with a tenacious attitude.
The road is covered with potholes of varying depths, like traces left by time swinging a chisel and carving away at it. Every depression seems to be whispering about the thrilling disaster at the end of the world, a past shrouded in fear and despair.
The mottled walls seemed to be madly scratched and torn by countless invisible claws. Large chunks of wall paint peeled off, revealing the uneven bricks and stones inside.
All around, darkness as thick as ink surged wildly, as if it could swallow everything.
With the flickering car lights, the shadows cast by the bricks and stones appeared particularly strange and irregular. They twisted wildly in the darkness like demons with bared fangs and claws.
However, unlike other cities that have become a dead hell and are completely occupied by zombies, there is a hint of vitality here.
On the roadside, the bonfire that has not yet burned out emits a faint but warm light and heat. A few flames flicker stubbornly under the raging wind, as if they are waging an unyielding struggle against this cruel doomsday, trying to prove to the world the tenacity of life.
In an open space not far away, there was an area filled with a pungent smell of rot and burnt food.
Looking closely, the ground was covered with ashes, among which were faintly flickering a few dark red sparks, weak and stubborn, as if telling us that a large-scale burning had taken place here not long ago.
It is not difficult to speculate that these sparks may be the traces left after burning the zombie corpses.
Although the fire was out, the sickening smell in the air lingered for a long time.
This seemingly uncomfortable scene actually means that there is a clear way to deal with danger here, and it is a powerful manifestation of the existence of order in this apocalyptic ruins.
The most eye-catching thing are the simple yet solid fortifications.
The sandbags are stacked layer upon layer, so tightly that there is no room for penetration, just like loyal guards, defending the area with a steel-like array.
The scrapped cars lying across the area are like solid fortresses. Although their bodies are dilapidated, their huge size injects a strong sense of security into the defense line.
The wooden boards were nailed tightly together, and together with the sandbags and cars, they formed an iron wall to defend against the zombies.
Although these fortifications do not have a luxurious appearance, they reveal the great efforts that the survivors have made in their struggle for survival.
Li Luo had a sharp eye. Soon after entering City A, he keenly noticed that the number of zombies here was unusually small.
She frowned slightly, her mind racing. After a little thought, she was certain that this must be the result of the unremitting efforts of the survivors living here.
I think they must have a detailed and comprehensive plan like the Jinling base.
They methodically carried out a cleanup operation against the zombies in the city, and cleverly used the carefully built fortifications to gradually reduce the zombies' range of activities.
Not only that, they must have also developed an effective defense strategy. From daily patrols to emergency response, each link is closely linked and interconnected, successfully keeping the zombies out and creating a relatively safe living space for themselves.