Thanks to the warning from the high-ground sniper,
the people below had learned in advance that a group of formidable characters was heading toward the survivor base.
Half a month had passed since the virus outbreak, and the base had not encountered any new survivors for three days.
Any survivors still outside were either stubbornly holding out at home, or were probably already dead.
Even with the defeated S.T.A.R.S. armed forces, they were helpless against the densely packed zombies. The ammunition spent every day clearing the streets toward the checkpoint was already pushing the survivor base's stockpile to its limit.
Xu Yue had prepared enough ammunition in the hotel lobby to support an entire regiment.
Now, less than one-fifth remained.
That was only possible because of the United States' unique circumstances, with relatively abundant gun stores and ammunition sources that occasionally provided supplies. Otherwise, even that remaining fifth would have been used up long ago.
Once they lost their firepower advantage, clearing the roads would be nothing but a fantasy...
On the ruined highway, reeking of blood and decay, two abandoned buses and a school bus formed the backbone, with scattered cars filling the gaps and miscellaneous junk from the hotel reinforcing them. Together, they formed the wall blocking off the direction of the city.
S.T.A.R.S. members in body armor, unwashed for over half a month, stood guard in the bus and school bus windows and atop the vehicles.
Besides firearms, they all carried improvised pole weapons to stab zombie heads and reduce ammunition consumption.
Normally, they used them to guard against zombies and occasionally had to clear out the zombies on nearby streets.
But this time, the zombies that had been wandering sporadically outside the "wall" had all been drawn by the commotion on the other side of the