The convoy's path was finally clear, and it slowly began to move forward.
However, the journey wasn't entirely smooth. At one point, they encountered a zombie horde. The numbers were too great, so they stopped the vehicles at a safe distance and waited. It wasn't until dawn, when the horde dispersed, that they could safely pass.
When the towering steel walls finally came into view, the refugees erupted in cheers.
None of them had expected to find such a massive, safe fortress hundreds of kilometers from where they used to live.
Everyone got out of the vehicles, gazing up at the towering walls.
The walls were clearly newly constructed. The top was pristine, but the base was covered in mottled bloodstains.
Josie Quinn stood at the back of the crowd, the scorching sun forcing her to squint.
On the ramparts, soldiers could be seen periodically patrolling.
Heavy weapons were mounted high on the walls.
