Pingchuan War Zone, Black Stone Safe Zone.
The Awakener lying atop the watchtower was wrapped from head to toe in a camouflage coat. Irritated and restless, he used the crossbow in his hands to pick off the small groups of zombies wandering over.
It was clearly already summer. The muggy, humid night was enough to make anyone sweat all over, but to "hide" from the mosquitoes that were everywhere, the soldiers stationed at their posts had no choice but to wrap themselves up tightly.
Bullets were precious. Compared with firearms that made an enormous amount of noise, they preferred to use reusable crossbow bolts during normal times.
His entire body was sticky, and the sour stench of sweat made his head spin.
With cracked, dehydrated lips, the soldiers guarding the city while lying atop the tower all longed for their shift partners to relieve them as soon as possible.
Compared with before the apocalypse, the insects were now frighteningly large. Many Survivors claimed they had even seen mosquitoes the size of a palm.
Rotting corpses were everywhere. Under the incubation of the high temperatures, it was said that within the city, the insects crawling out of those corpses were so numerous that they filled the streets, forming a sea of insects capable of biting a person to death.
The stench produced by decomposing corpses had even spread into a poisonous miasma, filled with deadly toxins.
At night.
Within the crude Safe Zone, diesel generators roared.
Under the faint light, flying insects flitted about like snowflakes.
Aside from a few newly built "Military Factories" that resembled private homes and still showed signs of light, almost no light could be seen anywhere in the Safe Zone.
At the very center of the Safe Zone stood several cement-and-colored-steel bungalows. They had steel signs