A number of vehicles had stopped between several streets in a disorderly manner. The people inside clearly got out in a hurry as they didn't even bother to look where they were stopping and there was one of them that even slammed hard into a building on the side of the road.
Gun muzzles roared ferociously as they fired a seemingly endless storm of bullets. The bullets hit the walls of the houses and left small holes while some higher caliber bullets left large holes, dislodging parts of the walls bit by bit as gravel flew everywhere.
This place was generally silent and except for the appearance of the odd zombie staggering and walking slowly around aimlessly or some weaker wild animals, a squad of about twenty men rested quietly here.
However, after an enemy group appeared a few days ago, the forces guarding this part of the border had been considerably reinforced to protect against possible retaliation in case an enemy group appeared.