Winter

Managed to escape the university three years ago, surviving day after day in a world that was collapsing with dead casually waiting around every corner. Meeting his first group after almost all of them who had survived the university had almost died off, getting bitten by that female, gaining these strange abilities, and meeting Fablo.

It was all just like a fantasy story to him and Edward would not have believed such a tale was real had he not experienced it himself, going from someone who would hold his breath for minutes in hiding at the sight of a zombie to someone who would charge into the midst of zombies.

In just two months, he had done what he would not dare to imagine in the past three years.

He knew that all of these changes were only possible because of his newly gotten abilities but it still felt unreal to him, had someone told him that he would become like this in the future after getting some abilities…Edward would have looked at the person as a threat to his life and kept his distance from such a person.

"But, is this the limit of my abilities?" Edward mumbled softly as he stared at his hand.

A few more hours passed by before they returned to White Fang's base. They did nothing else that day and spent the remaining hours resting while enjoying the feeling of victory over the zombies. After all, they had faced constant danger for the past two months and had even been forced to retreat a few times. Despite all of the perilous situations they found themselves in, not once did they lose a person; it had been a complete victory after reclaiming the estate!

Just like that, a week flew by.

During the week, the people in the estate had been so busy that they were even more tired than when they reclaimed the estate. Of course, they preferred this kind of tiredness compared to the mixture of exhaustion and terror that they felt during the last two months. This one was different, they could rest whenever they wanted and only needed to make it short so as not to burden the others with their workload.

And what were they doing that made them this tired? They were cleaning the estate.

One had to know that the estate, though not huge, was not small either. It wasn't easy for them to transport the bodies of the zombies from the various buildings and streets of the estate to the open space between the estate and the military base.

Luckily for them, they did not have to carry the zombies by themselves all the way. Some of the men in White Fang's shelter were mechanics and had knowledge of how to work on machines. They had found some cars that were still in workable condition back at the underground parking lot and had modified them to serve as carrier trucks. Their shapes and sizes were irregular after the modifications but they did not mind, as long as they served their purpose.

The cars happened to be electric-powered so they did not need to worry about gas to run them, all they had to do was make some repairs to the engines and charge the batteries to make them come to life.

They had taken a week to sweep the estate clean of every single zombie's corpse, as well as the corpses of humans who had been unfortunate after the zombie outbreak. They burnt the bodies outside the estate after gathering everything and making sure that they did not miss anywhere, this obviously attracted some stray zombies that were moving outside though they only added to the number of burning zombie corpses.

They spent another two weeks clearing the estate, moving collapsed building pieces from the street and collecting useable materials, and other stuff.

Of course, not just the estate, everything that they were doing covered the area that Fablo and his group had cleared back then. Fablo had used the chance to show White Fang the building where the rest of their members were residing during one of their trips to collect zombie corpses.

After which they began to build the fence around the whole area. This had taken even more time as they had to find strong enough materials (wood, iron, and anything that could act as a barricade)

The area that they built the fence around also covered the estate and Fablo's shelter.

By the time they were done with everything and had successfully created a real shelter like the ones in movies and novels, it was already December and snow covered the whole place in its beauty and chilling cold.

Edward stood on top of a tall building as he took in the sight of the place covered in white snow, white mist escaped his nose and mouth whenever he exhaled. Edward was currently wearing multiple layers of thick clothes to protect himself from the cold, snow covered his black hair as they fell from the sky like rain.

"Just like that, four years had passed" Edward mumbled to himself, his eyes fell on the approaching modified truck that was being driven by White Fang's people; they had come to carry old Martin and the others over to White Fang's shelter as agreed.

Edward slowly moved his eyes away and gazed into the distance that was beyond their safe zone, easily imagining the sight one would see there. People searching for supplies in this terrible cold wind barely have enough clothes to shield them from the weather, hideous zombies scattered all over the place and tainting the beauty of the snow. Whatever it was, it must be a very unpleasant feeling for those outside.

His eyes then returned to within the fence that they had formed around their safe shelter, the place wasn't small yet they had managed to turn it into a safe place for those within.

'I hope they are in a place like this' Edward sighed inwardly, his mood suddenly turning to one of worry as he thought of his parents and little sister. Edward had already made up his mind to leave in search of them after they reclaimed the military base.

Though his abilities would aid him more in his search for his parents as zombies would randomly attack him, he wasn't sure that he wasn't going to run into one of those abnormal zombies.

"Hmm, it's better to have a backup plan just in case," Edward said softly.

" Back up plan for what?"