Infiltration

The night wind in the wastelands was always bitterly cold.

The difference was only a matter of degree; even summer nights were not warm.

The sand and rocks baked beneath the blazing sun often turned cold at night, as though exposed to ice.

That was why the scavengers who lived in the wastelands always bundled up warmly once night fell.

The Army of the Dead had it better than the other scavengers, but they were still no exception when it came to shivering from the cold.

Baron, a member of the Army of the Dead standing guard at a watch post atop the steel wall, hunched against the cold wind.

“Ugh, fuck, it’s cold as hell. It’s always like this at night. Damn, I wish I could stand watch at an indoor post. I heard there are heaters in that watchtower over there……. But what can I do when I don’t have enough seniority?”

He let out a heavy sigh when clanking footsteps came from the stairs below the wall.

Click!

Baron reflexively aimed his gun and shouted...