Broken memories: Yangfang Town, hometown
-Several hours earlier, while the various teams of survivors worked in different areas specially selected and divided to optimize every second of work.
As the sun had not yet risen high in the sky and there was barely a trace of its presence in the form of a glimmer of orange light that was slowly growing and occupying the place that the night blanket had occupied during the previous hours, the temperature was considerably low and the winds blowing from the forests now more than three times wider and ampler than in the past were especially strong.
A level 12 zombie was eating the corpse of a recently born mutant weasel. Its emotionless face was stained with patches of blood in different shades of red as proof that they did not belong to the same victim, its fingernails were as long as claws and its entire body was swollen to the point that it looked more like a bear than a zombie.