North of the Cloud Gorge Base, like in other directions, the wall against the corpses here was long flattened by the tide of zombies. The army that once fought the hordes is nowhere to be seen. All around lay the remnants of military weapons destroyed, and the distant gale sweeps by, stirring up vast swathes of black ash from the ground.
In the distance, the city streets are a scene of utter desolation. One can see the slow-moving red tide, but the growls of the corpses are inaudible, only the howling wind can be heard. It's a sort of quiet, but it is soon broken.
"Beg me."
Suddenly, a voice rings out, sounding like a joke, yet upon closer listening, there's an undeniable tone, mixed with a hint of mockery.
