Chun Cao: “…Team Flower, are you okay, Team Flower?
After a while, Yan Hao struggled to turn his head, dizzy and bruised, with two streams of nosebleed flowing down as he spoke:
“Not very good…”
Chun Cao fired a few clean shots to eliminate the zombies gathering again, then leaped across the rapid stream, climbing wet onto the shore, and quickly scaling halfway up the mountain wall.
Yan Hao cut the parachute cord, leaning into a crevice on the vertical wall, breathing heavily before barely saying: “Now I know how Si Nan feels when he was slammed against the car window…”
“What are you thinking,” Chun Cao said, “Si Nan just wiped his nosebleed and still looked beautiful, but you’re about to swell up like a pig… Here, take a sanitary pad, wipe the blood quickly, don’t attract all the zombies in the area.”
Yan Hao opened the pink packaging, using the pad to absorb the gushing nosebleed, and asked: “Where are Da Ding and Xiang Zi?”
“Don’t know, they came down later and probably haven’t caught up yet. Where’s the signal smoke?”
Yan Hao tilted his chin forward.
A yellow signal smoke rose in the canyon’s depths, at nine o’clock true north, rising to the sky.
Ten minutes later, the gunfire stopped, with zombies lying everywhere by the stream.
Chun Cao and Yan Hao, rifles in hand, began moving towards the signal smoke.
This place was far from isolated, but the path was even more difficult than a primitive forest, with rocky, narrow, and treacherous terrain. Some sections were so slippery that one could fall, with the best-case scenario being a bloody head, and the worst being completely broken bones.
Yan Hao moved sideways, holding his breath, back tight against the cliff, walking step by step, suddenly blurting out:
“Si Nan crashed here back then, fell into these deep mountains, and walked this path to seek help?”
“Right,” Chun Cao said casually behind him, “but he should have gone in the opposite direction, towards the canyon exit.”
“Still not easy, especially while carrying serious injuries.”
“Mm.”
They fell silent for a moment, hearing distant, blurry gunshots and shouting, likely teammates firing to break through after landing, with the sounds quickly fading.
Chun Cao secretly glanced at Yan Hao, hesitating internally before finally clearing her throat:
“That…”
