The sun was high up in the sky.
The temperature today was unbearably hot.
But it was the most terrifying day for all the survivors.
All the zombies were emitting roars that drove the survivors to collapse; these sounds were more terrifying than the sounds of zombies rushing towards flesh.
The sun was visibly hanging in the sky, but the sunlight was not glaring; a faint gray substance could be seen in the sky.
The weather did not become cooler; it only felt more stifling.
All the zombies were standing still, like a ferocious beast, howling at the sky.
They did not pounce upon the flesh in front of them, as if suddenly stricken by profound sadness, unable to savor the feast.
Despite this, the survivors who were originally chased by the zombies did not have the courage to turn back and deliver a fatal blow to them.
The mournful and harsh sound was more likely to make people collapse, being able to quickly leave the vicinity of zombies was already good enough.
