In the night, near the village of Albești, on where it was supposed to be a bridge to a den, the military truck has arrived at there. The said truck that earlier had to turn around and had to cut ways with soldiers who had run to that barn to escape the zombies. The two soldiers, after their truck has stopped near the collapsed bridge, are getting out of this vehicle, armed with assault rifles, and looks around.

"We are lost, mate." asks the passenger of the driver.

"No idea." respond the driver. "The map has shown us this would be a way to Oești."

"Now what? Turn around?"

"I guess."

The two people are looking around them, they cannot see much because of the night. But they can definitely see the fallen bridge in front of them, all the debris still in the water and the column still standing. The two soldiers are feeling a little creeped by this. Both wondering how come a bridge like this, who was restored countless times could end up in a shape like this.

The two soldiers, decide to head back to their vehicle, and leave this place. The military truck leaves the zone and heads back to main street, trying to see if they could find another way to Oești. They are going to try the Cicănești route since the bridge from fish farm has been destroyed like the ones that ties creates access to a quiet part of Albești village.

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The moment the military truck has left the road that led to that bridge, and made turn to right, something good has happened. The radio station used for communication has made the sweetest sound of the apocalypse.

"Hello! Anyone there? Over." says the voice of Petre from the radio station.

"Yes, yes!" says the passenger taking the microphone. "Squad B2. Over."

"Squad B2?" asks Petre shocked. "You two are alive?"

"Petre? Yes, we are safe, mate! How are you? Over."

"We're good. Good." says Petre sounding happy on the radio. "We managed to get safe in a hotel."

"Have you found what you are looking for?" asks the passenger. "Over."

"We found a family, and a lot of crates from a failed convoy in here. Over."

"I see. We are going to come in the morning there. First we have to go through Cicănești." says the driver taking the microphone. "Remain there. We will come in there as soon as possible. Over."

"Roger that. Good luck on the roads. Over."

"Thanks. Stay safe over there, captain! Over."

The transmission is closed, and the military truck is going down the road, toward the small village known Cicănești, a village deep in a forest that was once known by the nickname of the "The Cursed Village". This nickname represents how the majority of the that population from there were in an addiction to alcohol beverages.