Laughter seems to naturally conflict with the apocalypse, as if any small hint of joy will be mercilessly stripped away.
The relaxed mood of the combat personnel infected the ordinary members, and just when everyone was taking this snowfall lightly, something was about to happen!
Bang, bang, bang...
Upstairs was lively, but suddenly, there came a series of rapid banging sounds from downstairs, echoing through the empty mall, causing it to go silent.
Bang, bang...
As people stopped talking, the door-knocking sounds became even more intense, as if they were set on breaking the door down.
"What the hell is going on?"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, without associating the violent banging with those ordinary zombies. In their minds, even if zombies wandered near the mall, they were just a ragtag bunch; they'd wait until in a good mood and then with weapons easily deal with them.
But things weren't as they thought. Had zombies come knocking on the door themselves?
