The time had finally reached January 1st, this day.
This day held special significance for the people.
More than a hundred days since the apocalypse began, a new year arrived.
People in the apocalypse had gained a certain level of survival experience, especially in the north; being able to survive this harsh winter proved they still had the right to live on.
Almost all survivor bases celebrated, celebrating the fact that they had come through the most difficult journey.
Zombies seemed not so terrifying; after such a long time, except for Dawn City experiencing a zombie siege once, other survivor bases remained relatively safe.
There hadn't been any signs of large-scale zombie tides attacking humans.
Many even felt that although life was tiring, it was simple and not too bad.
Staying in the base, while the food wasn't great, it was enough to barely stay alive.
Though their clothing wasn't good, it was enough to avoid freezing to death.
