As time gradually moved towards the afternoon, hundreds of survivors cautiously kept their guns pointed outwards. Yet, the zombies never appeared...
However, at that moment, on one segment of the protective wall, a survivor responsible for keeping watch suddenly lowered his binoculars.
More accurately, they fell...
He stared blankly at the end of the street, his unusual reaction drawing puzzled looks from his companion: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Saying this, the companion turned his gaze to the binoculars at his feet. But before he could pick them up, he realized it was unnecessary...
The thing the watchman saw had already entered the range of his naked eye.
A red air spread like toxic gas, and within it, a large number of monsters...
Some flew in the sky, while others crawled atop high buildings...
"What on earth is this?" He straightened up and mumbled.
The watchman finally managed to cry out in a shrill voice: "Enemy attack!!!!"
