At that moment, in the government base in the neighboring city, Simon Dunn was at his wit's end.
The previous year, a series of extreme blizzards and power outages had nearly turned the entire base into a giant ice coffin. They had only managed to survive by shamelessly borrowing two full shipments of cold-weather gear and generators from the Silas Hawthorne Base, located just a few blocks away.
Then came the extreme heat and floods—it was one disaster after another.
He had thought they could finally catch their breath after surviving the natural disasters, but after just three days of peace, a horrifying sight appeared on the streets: walking corpses, zombies running rampant.
Simon Dunn stood before a map in the temporary command center, gripping the walkie-talkie in his hand so hard it seemed he might crush it.
