Zhang Yingjie also sensed something ominous and grabbed the rope. But at the moment he was about to exert force and rise, several pale, swollen hands suddenly stretched out from the black water and grabbed him!
“Yingjie!”
“—Zombies!!”
Zhang Yingjie drew his gun and fired, but the bullets couldn’t hit the target underwater. In panic, he was pulled down by the zombies!
Bang! With a loud noise and water spraying, Zhou Rong didn’t hesitate, reaching back to draw his submachine gun and jumping into the water.
☆ Chapter 19
He swam up twice to loosen his muscles, and by the light of his helmet, he saw two large, pale shadows of Zhang Yingjie entangled not far below, struggling unsuccessfully against the zombies’ grip.
Zhou Rong, afraid of hitting Zhang Yingjie, only fired after carefully aiming at the zombies, but the underwater shot caused the bullet to deviate, only hitting the zombie’s back!
The intense movement accelerated oxygen consumption, and Zhang Yingjie finally couldn’t hold his breath. Air was squeezed out of his lungs in a series of bubbles, and he sank silently.
Zhou Rong cursed inwardly and decisively dove down, with one zombie returning to grab him, while another chased Zhang Yingjie downward.
After a while, Zhou Rong finally stopped coughing miserably, breathing heavily and hoarsely saying: “Ying Jie he…”
Zhou Rong looked up to see Si Nan kneeling beside him, silently falling backward the moment he heard the words “okay”.
Zhou Rong was startled and hurriedly reached out to catch him, only to see Si Nan completely soaked, pale-faced, and unconscious.
“Exhausted from physical exertion,” Chun Cao’s face was full of fatigue: “We took turns giving you two artificial respiration and cardiopulmonary resuscitation for over ten minutes.”
Zhou Rong leaned against the wall corner, resting Si Nan’s head on his abdomen, exhaustedly surveying the surroundings. They had reached West B area, seemingly in a staff office, with blood splattered on the concrete walls, scattered papers on the floor, and the alloy door tightly closed. Muffled, hollow roars of zombies echoed from the corridor.
Zhang Ying Jie lay motionless beside him, looking dead at first glance, but careful observation revealed a slight, rhythmic chest movement.
Zhou Rong opened his mouth and coughed twice, his throat painfully burning after choking on water, barely asking: “What happened?”
