The Pale Blue Dome

This base had been built by ordinary people. Their weapons were simple—clubs, knives, and a few old guns. Many were homemade. They were nothing compared to the gear at Ironclad Military Base.

Elias held fire in his hand. The flames lit his face in a deep orange glow. His expression was tense. He swung his fist and smashed a zombie's head apart.

Boom!

That zombie must have drowned before it turned.