The relentless rain, day 30.
Low-lying corners of the world have already been largely submerged.
That continuous downpour, for humanity, was not only a test of physical endurance but also of mental fortitude.
For the people, there's never any certainty that the rain will continue tomorrow.
Nor do they know if they themselves will have a tomorrow.
Amidst this apocalyptic atmosphere, pessimism spreads unabated.
Southern City, Salvation Army, within the factory.
The factory outskirts are still teeming with Zombies, and the people inside these tall protective fences don't look much different from the Zombies.
Even, judging from their eyes, these people seem even more crazed, wild, and brutal than the Zombies.
At this moment, the Salvation Army has only about 300 people left.
Cannibalism among one's own kind, such is the horror.
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This rainstorm is both a test of human nature and a descent into moral decay.
