D137 days, on the second morning of winter, as the sun rose, the blizzard ceased. Maya discovered something amiss through drone reconnaissance. The damn team's task seemed like drinking poison to quench thirst; the more zombies killed, the faster their density increased. There were two wicked aspects to the dead dawn: one was the inevitable blizzards after sunset, and the other was the constantly northeast blowing winds. Knowing that the position of the railway bridge was southwest, it was effectively facing the snowstorm.
By observing Lin Wu's bolt-pulling speed, one could gauge the density. Yesterday he was leisurely sipping red tea and then firing a shot. Today, he was stepping on sandbags with both hands raising the gun, firing every three seconds. The nearest zombie had already reached the bridge, less than eighty meters from the outpost.
