C231 The Attack on the Pier

In the grip of winter, the Tumen River had surrendered its grandeur, now silent beneath a blanket of ice and snow. In the days before the apocalypse, the frozen expanse would have teemed with fishers chiseling through the ice and children gleefully skating across it. But those times were gone; now, the ice lay barren, disturbed only by the occasional swirl of snowflakes in the biting wind