Chapter 1789 - 970:

Objects on the stairs were rolling down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it weren’t for those people below pushing upwards, these objects would have already rolled down.

"Quick, use the rebar to wedge it, leverage, just our strength can’t hold it, hurry!"

"Where’s the rebar?"

"Damn, that kid took it."

"Hurry, we can’t hold it."

Crackling—

The objects on the stairs rolled down to the third floor.

The zombies above squeezed in through the gaps.

They bit down on the arm of a person trapped under the objects.

"My arm, my arm, save me quickly."

"It’s over, the zombies are down."

"Quick, go downstairs, staying here means death."

But before he could head downstairs, more and more zombies squeezed in through the gaps, some even directly jumped downstairs, landing on the third-floor stairs.

This building was already crowded with people, and now as they tried to escape, they had no idea where to hide.

Complete chaos.

Seeing the despair on these people’s faces, the young man’s eyes were filled with glee.

Die, all of you die.

Once you’re all dead, this world will be clean.

If you want to eat my brother, then let you all be buried together.

Second floor.

Big Mouth heard the noise from above and immediately stood up.

"Big Brother, it sounds like there’s commotion upstairs."

Big Mouth glanced at him and said, "Go take a look."

"Ah, me?"

"Are you going or not?"

"Oh." The man wished he could slap himself twice, why did he open his mouth?

So he mustered up his courage and slowly made his way upstairs.

He had just reached the stairs from the second floor to the third floor when he saw a large group of people rushing downstairs.

"Damn, don’t push me. What happened?" he yelled furiously.

But no one paid him any attention.

Someone pushed him, and he was knocked to the ground.

He was trampled underfoot by the terrified people above, only able to cover his head with his hands.

Wailing in agony.

More people running down tripped over his body, but those behind didn’t stop at all.

In their panic, they only wanted to escape quickly.

But the path was blocked, the number of tripped people increased.

With zombies behind them, no one wanted to be bitten to death by the zombies.

So they ran even more frantically downstairs.

The stairs were completely blocked, the pile of people on the ground grew larger, completely sealing it off.

The people in front were crushed underneath and couldn’t move, those at the back crazily pushed forward.

People trapped beneath couldn’t breathe, and with four or five, even seven or eight people pressing down on them, their bones creaked from the pressure.

This was just the scene on the second and third floors, and as more people learned about it, they kept running towards places they thought were safe.

But this building was only so big, there was no absolutely safe place.

The people in the lobby ran to the rooms, those at the door of the rooms ran deeper into the rooms.

Even if they had to die, they didn’t want to be the last one to die.

All they had to do was outrun the people behind them.

First floor.

Feng Lihou also heard the commotion upstairs, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He asked, "What’s happening upstairs?"

"Zombies have run down from the rooftop."

A word stirred a thousand waves.

"What?"

"It’s over, it’s all over, we’re definitely all going to die here."

"I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die."

"Quick, get into the rooms, go go go go."

...

The crowd turned like ants on a hot pan, rushing towards the rooms.

But initially, this building was already cramped for so many people.

The passageways and lobby were filled with people.

But now as they all headed for the rooms, the already crowded rooms doubled in population.

Feng Lihou’s face changed, he quickly told his team members, "Retreat to the rooms."

But at this moment, everyone had lost their minds, not caring what kind of temporary leader Feng Lihou was, they all rushed for the rooms.

Simultaneously, because the door in the lobby no longer had a board propped against it from behind.

With the zombies’ assault from outside, the door began to shake, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Feng Lihou was swept away by the crowd, packed so tightly he couldn’t move at all.

....

The number of zombies charging down from the rooftop increased.

Some zombies jumped directly to the second floor.

The people on the second floor, as a result of the stampede, turned into a pile of human mountains.

Zombies pounced into the heaps like a tiger into a den full of rabbits.

Squish!

A zombie snapped the neck of the person on top.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The people below kept howling, screams and roars blending into one.

This scene made those at the front of the crowd have their scalp tingling.

Even their hearts skipped a beat.

Thus, they became even more terrified, frantically running towards the room.

At this moment, the room, due to the continuous influx of people, couldn’t close the door at all.

Instead, Big Mouth on the second floor, seeing that the person he sent out hadn’t returned and noticing people rushing towards his room, didn’t hesitate to close the door immediately.

"Put the shelf against it, quickly!" Big Mouth crazily shouted to his team members behind him.

"What’s happening outside?"

"No matter what’s happening, it can’t be anything good."

The door was closed, the shelf was used to blockade.

The next moment.

The sound of pounding on the door could be heard from outside.

Bang, bang, bang!

"Open the door, open the door quickly, the zombies are coming down, let me in quickly."

Sss~

Big Mouth inhaled sharply.

Indeed, the zombies were inside.

Open the door?

It definitely can’t be opened.

If the door is opened, it will never be able to be shut again.

The frenzied crowd would rush in, and they’d have no way to close it again.

Big Mouth urged his team to quickly grab anything they could find to barricade the door.

"Big Mouth, you bastard, let me in quickly, the zombies are almost here."

"You wretch! If you don’t open the door, I’ll kill you."

"Damn."

.....

"I’m begging you, open the door quickly, it’s just me now, let me in."

"I was wrong, let me in."

"Ah! My hand, Big Mouth, damn you.."

...

Listening to the roar, screams, and all sorts of panicked noises outside, Big Mouth never opened the door, his gaze coldly fixed on the team behind him.

"Duoduo, watch the window carefully, zombies are in, we’re all going to die."

The main door on the ground floor.

Unable to withstand the impact from zombies since no one was blocking it, the door finally gave way.

Bam!

A flood of zombies surged inside like a wave.

These zombies weren’t rational, just tearing and gnawing at any human they saw.

The entire building felt like a drop of water dripping into a boiling oil pan.

Sizzle.

The oil pan cooking this drop of water dry, slowly.

Fourth floor.

The young man didn’t leave, his eyes sorrowful, standing still.

Even when a zombie approached him, he remained unmoved.

He even dropped the steel bar in his hand to the ground.

Letting the zombie close the distance, then opening its fangs to bite into his neck.

Rip!

The neck was bitten open by sharp teeth.

The young man felt his neck being bitten open but didn’t express any terror, instead focused all his perception on the neck.

A little pain, but merely a physical pain.

He carefully felt it.

Blood flowed, body temperature quickly declined.

A little bit cold, like it’s not a big deal.

The young man spat out blood-tinged froth, muttering to himself:

"So this is what being bitten by a zombie feels like... It doesn’t actually hurt that much, at least not as heart-wrenching as watching them eat Big Brother."

"Zombies eat people, humans eat people too, not much difference here.

In that case, I’d rather be a zombie. At least no worries, no hunger, no fear, no heartbreak, no despair.

Even if one were a zombie, dying wouldn’t matter.

So good...

Hehe!

It’s a pity I won’t become a zombie, I’ll just get eaten entirely."

.....

Rip!

The zombie took another bite, the young man’s neck slumped.

It formed a bizarre angle, eyes rolling back.

His mouth constantly spitting out fresh blood.

His last thought: Big Brother, don’t walk too fast. Xiaotong is coming to find you.

....

Big Camphor Tree Base.

Second Uncle in the duty room put down the intercom, his mind racing.

No word from the Fifth Satellite City in three days.

.....

(Seeking monthly ticket)