"...In recent days, the concentration of spores in Clear Spring City's air has continued to rise. According to analysis by the Alliance Institute of Biological Research, the Tide will occur within two weeks.
The Alliance Army Command has designated parts of Clear Spring City as temporary strategic preparation zones. Residents around Boulder City and Dawn City are urged to pay close attention to their personal safety and avoid activities in those areas whenever possible. Unless necessary, do not remain outside settlements or within those urban districts for extended periods.
However, there is no need for excessive panic, especially among friends who have only recently arrived. The annual Tide has long been a regular feature of Clear Spring City. Though it may come fiercely, the final victory will certainly belong to us, united as one!
The Survivor Daily will bring you the latest firsthand reports from the front lines!"
At Boulder City's Pirate Bay Tavern, the lively atmosphere was like a roaring hearth, with clinking glasses and boisterous voices filling the air.
Looking at the old-fashioned radio with a holographic screen plugged into it on the bar counter, a drunken man let out a belch and suddenly sighed.
"It really makes me nostalgic."
A drinker beside him looked over.
"Nostalgic for what?"
"House's broadcasts." The man chuckled, cleared his throat, and called out in a loud voice, "...My dearest, dearest, dearest listeners, the Tide is approaching. The country bumpkins and beggars outside the Great Wall are gazing longingly at us, who live in abundance. Of course, we will not open the gates. We can sit by our warm fireplaces and laugh at them, watch them howl with hunger, watch them roll around in the mud with corpse-eaters. As for our boys, under the wise command of the militia, their casualties are