The abandoned farmland, drenched by the typhoon and rain, left the soil moist as they trudged through the muddy fields.
Fortunately, after the doomsday, these farmlands were left untended, and wild grasses grew profusely over the years.
The wild grasses were pressed flat by the typhoon, as if a layer of straw had been laid across the fields.
The thick grasses somewhat prevented their feet from directly contacting the muddy sludge below, saving their feet from sinking into the mud.
But the fields were full of water, making walking quite inconvenient and soaking their pant legs.
The group walked through the abandoned farmland while Uncle constantly kept an eye on the direction of the riverbank, ready to alert the group to leave should any zombies emerge from the river.
They waded through the water, carefully treading to avoid making loud noises that could attract the river zombies.
