Dr. Zheng instinctively: “What are you going to do?!”
Sinan pulled down the bedsheet, tore it into strips, and quickly tied the baby to his chest, securing a tight knot. He opened the window and looked down.
The open space in front of the dormitory was densely packed with zombies.
The entire factory area had become a zombie ocean, with at least ten thousand still surging southward.
Sinan looked up, seeing the drainage pipe above the window and the protruding rooftop terrace.
“It’s… too dangerous…” Dr. Zheng said.
Sinan tightened his gun strap and fixed the assault rifle on his back.
“Stay in the room, don’t make a sound, Chuncao take care of the doctor,” he commanded: “Everyone wait for Zhou Rong to come rescue us.”
Then, under the nervous gaze of Chuncao and the doctor, he half-emerged from the window, grabbed the drainage pipe, tested its load-bearing capacity, and pulled himself up.
Dr. Zheng gasped, then immediately covered his mouth.
Chuncao leaned out the window, ready to reach out and catch him. Sinan twisted mid-air, bending his body, using excellent flexibility to hook onto the terrace railing, then supporting his body with one leg, lifting himself from the drainage pipe!
Bang!
He grabbed the terrace railing with one hand and leaped up.
For a moment, he and the baby were airborne, their only support being his foot hooked in the railing crevice. Chuncao’s heart nearly stopped until she heard Sinan’s voice from above: “Done!” and exhaled in relief.
“Don’t be afraid!” Sinan stood on the terrace, shouting: “Close the door, stay quiet!”
The baby cried breathlessly in his arms.
Sinan, unsure how to comfort her, awkwardly rubbed her little belly with two fingers and strode toward the only passage to the roof and terrace – the skylight.
The skylight was covered with wooden boards. After lifting the boards, there was a wooden ladder. The worker’s dormitory facilities were old, and cleaners normally used this ladder to access the terrace.
Zombie hordes continuously poured into the building, now very close to their floor. The baby’s piercing cries were like a dinner bell, attracting more and more zombies rushing upstairs, bringing their rotting stench and bloodiness, stumbling toward the wooden ladder.
