It's night.

The streets are lonely, deserted, and deserted, and occasionally a zombie walks through the dark corridor, looking like a ghost.

The world at night is dark and cold, and the howling cold wind seems to penetrate through the tiny pores on the skin and penetrate into every corner of everyone's body until it melts into everyone's bones.

I don't know how many people have imagined that in this troubled world, people who have been busy all day can sit in front of the warm fire, build a cup of hot tea, drink a cup of wine, cook a steaming meal, and enjoy their own warmth and comfort.

Pity...... These fantasies, along with Daylight, become slaves to the Infected.

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