The car was inching along the road surface, and Tang Xiaoquan sat inside observing the zombies by the roadside.
Due to the snow accumulation, these beasts were similarly hindered, despite noticing the convoy and wanting to advance, most tripped after just two steps, falling to the ground.
It seems the heavy snow wasn't exactly as one might have expected. Although it certainly made travel inconvenient for us, it likewise posed a challenge for the zombies.
A blanket of snow was pouring down, and before long, the tops of the four cars were covered with a layer of wet snow.
As time went on, the mood among the survivors grew increasingly heavy.
Why? Because the road conditions indeed left much to worry about.
"At this rate, we might really not be able to go further!" Luo Baochun, having driven for years, understood well the impact of weather.
