The perimeter wall seemed as if it had been marinated in zombie innards, reeking to the extreme, which led to Li Yu and the others often wearing masks each time they arrived at the wall.
Li Yu glanced again at the woods 80 meters away, the dense forest shrouded in darkness, incredibly sinister.
Rubbing his sore and swollen arms, Li Yu and those beside him, including Dapao and Li Hang, were all preparing to descend.
Dapao still looked the same, and Li Hang's face held some happiness. Through the recent test, his accuracy had improved to a whole new level.
The continuous killing of zombies felt like clocking into work, monotonous, wearying, and numbing.
In this repeated action of killing zombies, everyone started to look for some fun, sometimes competing to see who could shoot the most zombies, and then setting up some prizes like some more precious supplies. Food, for instance.
