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XLIII. H City Base
The night is strangely silent, as if there’s no signs of life at the moment. Not even the sound of wind, the pleasant sound of leaves flapping with each other, or the sound of occasional crickets and cicadas.
The gatekeepers didn’t dare to neglect their jobs, vigilantly scanning the surrounding area in every corner of the H City Base. Despite the tiredness and exhaustion, they endured and never stopped being on guard knowing that it was their family and loved ones staying inside the base, and only by doing their jobs they can protect these people relying on them.
The night patrols are still surveying the nearby areas, and nothing dangerous has been spotted aside from some weak undeads roaming around. They quickly took care of it and finally sighed in relief. They also knew what had happened to their neighboring base who was attacked by an unknown group of undeads, and feared that it was them who’s getting atta
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