With careful speed, they climbed.
Inside, the school was worse.
Blood smeared the walls. Locker doors swung on broken hinges. The air was thick with rot.
And everywhere, everywhere, the low groaning and dragging footsteps of the dead.
Lingquan's voice buzzed in her mind [Life signs detected. Survivors located: 3rd floor gymnasium. Approximately 12 individuals. Infection risk: Medium.]
Qingran's jaw tightened. "Third floor is the Gym."
They didn't have much time.
Already, a small cluster of zombies on the second floor had caught their scent. Sluggish at first, then quicker as they groaned and charged.
"Move," Qingran snapped, firing twice.
Bang!!
Bang!!
These were clean headshots.
Yuxi slammed her baseball bat into another's skull with a sickening crunch.
But for every one they killed, three more stumbled from classrooms, their numbers swelling.
It became a running battle through the halls Qingran leading, Yuxi covering the rear.
