TheLastShelter

The old broadcasting facility in the military camp creaked and an announcement flowed out. "All survivors, please move to the designated shelter. I repeat, all survivors..."

After hearing the announcement, we quickly packed our bags. The shelter was not far away, but the city streets were already full of danger. The moment we turned the alley, our hearts froze. Dozens of zombies turned their heads toward us, their rotting eyes staring at us.

Now we had no choice. We had to endure this hellish situation until the rescue team arrived. Behind us was the safe shelter, and in front of us was the endless horde of zombies. A desperate defensive battle for our survival had begun.