Huan Tian's short spear viciously pierced through the security guard's thigh!
"Do it!"
Huan Tian suddenly roared. Lin Qingqing immediately took advantage of the moment to free one hand. She yanked the short spear from her waist and, with a swift motion, stabbed it into the guard's side. Though it lacked power, the blade still sank in, blood gushing out.
"Go!"
Huan Tian grabbed Lin Qingqing and dragged her as they sprinted toward the gate.
"Ahhh!"
The guard screamed in pain and instantly let go, collapsing to the floor and writhing in agony. But he quickly forced himself up, gritting his teeth, and staggered frantically toward the office.
"Wait for me! Don't close the door! Please!"
But to Liu Tong and the others, who only cared about surviving, his cries meant nothing.
Bang!
The office door slammed shut with a heavy thud.
The guard threw himself at the door, pounding on it wildly. Inside, he could hear the sound of the lock clicking and heavy furniture being dragged into place. Liu Tong's panicked shouting came through the crack in the door:
"Damn it! If you're gonna die, don't die at our door! You'll attract the zombies, you idiot! Get lost—go as far away as you can!"
Despair instantly swallowed the guard whole. He turned around, hoping to find another way out—only to be met with a sea of pale, lifeless eyes rushing toward him.
Suddenly, one of the zombies lunged and sank its teeth into his leg.
"Ahhh—!"
He screamed in agony and fell to his knees, staring in horror at the grotesque face and the fangs clamped tightly around his calf. He completely forgot about the stick in his hand, lifting his only free leg and kicking the zombie in the face over and over.
"Let go of me! Get off me!"
But just as he kicked the zombie away, more surged forward from behind.
Like sharks drawn to blood, the zombie horde descended on him. His gut-wrenching screams echoed down the corridor—useless against the frenzy. If anything, the noise only made the zombies more frenzied.
And in his final moments, chaos suddenly erupted inside the office…
"Li San, why are you all wet? Wait… a rain-soaked zombie bit you! Get away from me! Are you insane, running in here after being bitten?! You're trying to get us all killed!"
"I… I didn't mean to! If I hadn't come in, I'd be dead already—"
Thud!
"Li San! Li San!"
Roooar!
"Damn it, how did he turn so fast?!"
"Stay back! Don't come any closer!"
Bang! Bang!
The double-barreled shotgun fired twice in quick succession, but even after the shots rang out, Li San was still standing.
Through the clear glass, his blurred figure suddenly launched like a cannonball straight at Liu Tong! Liu Tong raised his shotgun to block, but the zombie that had once been Li San crashed into him with brutal force.
"Ahhh—!"
A blood-curdling scream erupted as a large spray of crimson splattered across the glass wall.
…
From the very beginning, Liang Jing had been paralyzed by fear, collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud. Her pupils trembled and shrank in panic, and once again, a foul-smelling yellow liquid trickled between her legs.
It wasn't until she saw blood explode across the bed in the office that she snapped back to her senses with a jolt.
She saw it clearly—there were already more than a dozen zombies rushing out, and more were sure to follow. Against such numbers, running into any office would be nothing but waiting to die. There was no way out after that.
"No… I don't want to die. I can't die! I have to run! I have to survive!"
By then, Huan Tian had already reached the gate, with Lin Qingqing close behind. But to their shock, Liang Jing didn't flee back to the office—she scrambled to her feet and dashed toward the gate with them.
"Take me with you! Please! I'll do whatever you say, anything you want—don't leave me behind!"
Liang Jing clung to Huan Tian's right side, shamelessly begging for her life.
But Huan Tian had no time to deal with her. In a flash, the Desert Eagle appeared in his hand, barrel aimed squarely at the lock.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three rapid shots shattered the lock. Huan Tian immediately threw his shoulder against the door, bursting it open. At the same time, he raised the Desert Eagle, aiming straight ahead—only for his expression to darken the moment he saw what awaited them.
At the three-way intersection of the corridor, nearly every two meters stood a wandering zombie. Their gunfire had already drawn attention—over a dozen pairs of dead, gray eyes had locked onto them. The zombies' lips twitched as if ready to lunge like starving beasts.
The next second, with a chorus of frenzied roars, all of them charged forward at once.
Behind them, more than a dozen zombies were still swarming the downed security guard, tearing into him like hyenas. But the newcomers had no room left to bite. One by one, they raised their heads—dead eyes now fixed entirely on the three fleeing humans.
Surrounded from front and back, they were trapped.
"Go right! That leads away from the central courtyard!"
Lin Qingqing pointed sharply to the right. Without hesitation, Huan Tian pivoted and bolted in that direction, with Lin Qingqing close on his heels.
Liang Jing had barely run two steps when her high heels betrayed her—she fell hard to the floor. It was only then that she noticed Lin Qingqing had already kicked hers off and was sprinting barefoot across the tiles.
Panic-stricken, Liang Jing followed suit, ditching her shoes and running as fast as she could. But the delay had cost her—zombies from another direction were already nearly upon her.
"Ahhh!"
Fueled by pure terror, Liang Jing suddenly found another burst of speed. Barefoot, she began widening the gap between herself and the pursuing zombies.
Huan Tian glanced over with a slight frown—but now wasn't the time to deal with her.
"Get ready to fight! Remember what I taught you!"
"I remember! Use seventy percent of your strength, save thirty for control—aim for the eyes! And don't let the claws touch!"
Trailing close behind Huantian, Lin Qingqing gripped her short spear with trembling hands. Faced with this overwhelming horde of zombies, the fact that she hadn't collapsed in terror was already impressive. That she could even recall Huantian's zombie-killing instructions was nothing short of remarkable.
Aside from her earlier hesitation, everything Lin Qingqing had done met Huantian's expectations for a teammate.
Satisfied, Huantian turned his focus forward. With a flick of his will, the Desert Eagle once again appeared in his hand.
Grip. Safety off. Chamber the round. Aim.
The motions flowed seamlessly into one another, and the thunder of gunfire echoed down the corridor.
Zombies directly ahead were hit instantly. With each deafening shot, a head exploded under the devastating impact of nightmare ammo.
But Huantian's choice of targets was unusual. He didn't just fire at the ones closest to them—he picked off several from both the front and rear.
It seemed counterintuitive, but in just a few shots, the tide of zombies that had been about to swarm them fell into disarray. The fallen corpses created barriers, disrupting the horde's momentum and widening the gaps between the zombies.
"Stick close! Don't fall behind!"
In the next instant, the Desert Eagle vanished from Huantian's hand, replaced by a tightly gripped short spear. With a sickening thunk, the spear drove into the first zombie's eye socket. Huantian's arms moved like oars, sweeping outward as he flung the corpse to the side of the hallway.
Using the weight of the falling body, he pulled the spear free in one smooth, practiced motion.
Fluid. Precise. Lethal.
And then, the short spear struck again.
The terrifying zombies, so deadly to others, seemed like nothing more than stalks of overgrown grass before Huan Tian, ready for harvest. As long as they didn't mob him three or more at a time, one or two zombies weren't enough to even slow his advance.
Watching everything unfold from behind, Lin Qingqing was nearly stunned into a daze. It wasn't until this moment that she finally understood Huantian's true intent—he had torn open a path through the swarm of zombies by sheer force.
There was no opening? Then he would make one himself!
Lin Qingqing had thought she'd already overestimated Huantian, but now she realized—she didn't know him at all.
From the moment he burst through the gate to when he launched his attack, only a single second had passed. There was no time to form any strategy in his mind!
This wasn't planned. This was instinct.
Every move Huan Tian made was the product of countless battles and life-or-death encounters, honed into pure muscle memory. Faced with such danger, his body simply reacted, executing the pattern burned into his very nerves.
No hesitation. No wasted motion.Just like a combat program already written and ready to launch.
Cold, precise, and terrifying—like a machine born solely for battle.
Huan Tian—what kind of man is he? What secrets does he hold?