The mountains were fraught with storm and rain, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the ink-dark night.
The night lingered, wrapped in terror. The forest, once verdant green, now seemed like a gaping maw of blood every time lightning streaked across the sky. As if it was about to engulf people whole!
The rain continued to pour, the atmosphere far from harmonious.
Rain had been falling for 20 days straight. Previous storms lasted around 10 days, but this one had persisted for much longer, leaving the air damp and everything feeling sticky all day.
Every day in this torrential rain, we fought against the zombies, constantly battling to drain water.
Facing these terrors, always...
Even the people inside the base, with electricity, hot water, steaming food, and 16 hours of rest after 8 hours of fighting zombies, were far better off compared to others struggling to survive in the post-apocalyptic storm.
