A brief silence fell around them. Chun Cao crawled up from dozens of meters away, dizzy and disoriented. On the other side of the communication hall, Zhou Rong propped himself up with his elbow, his face covered in blood.
The gorilla let out a roar to the sky, charging directly at Si Nan!
Si Nan turned and ran, darting out of the hall like lightning, with the ground shaking behind him as the zombie gorilla pursued relentlessly!
“Fuck me…” Zhou Rong stood up shakily, finally pulling out the Type 8/9 heavy machine gun from under debris, loading armor-piercing rounds while shouting: “Cao’er! Ying Jie! Are you alive?”
Chun Cao responded with a cough: “Go after Si Nan, quick…”
Zhou Rong reached out to pull Zhang Ying Jie, but the moment he touched him, Zhang Ying Jie pulled back.
“What’s wrong?” Zhou Rong asked.
The zombie gorilla’s roar outside the corridor grew more distant, time was critical.
In the dim light, Zhang Ying Jie’s face was ashen, his lips cracked, with thick dark circles around his eyes. He finally seemed to give up on something, letting out a brief laugh:
“You shouldn’t have saved me, Rong Ge. I’ve been infected.”
Zhou Rong’s breath caught instantly. Zhang Ying Jie lifted his pant leg, revealing a scraped patch of skin at the sock’s edge, soaked purple-black by underground water, already beginning to rot.
“What’s with that look, Rong Ge?” Zhang Ying Jie laughed: “Don’t be like that. Come, give me the gun… don’t waste the last moments, let me accompany everyone one more time.”
“A soldier shouldn’t commit suicide, and won’t become a monster. Let me die in battle as a soldier.”
In the darkness, green indicator lights flickered eerily, bright as ghostly flames. With a bang, Sinan crashed to the bottom of the pit, instantly spurting a blood arrow. His ears were covered in blood, hot streams continuously surging from his nasal cavity, his body trembling slightly with spasms. He struggled to keep his eyes open and maintain consciousness, but his vision grew increasingly blurry. Darkness, like an all-encompassing layer of feathers, gently concealed all consciousness.
“noah…” “noah!” The woman strode through the garden, crouched down, and embraced the small boy facing away from her: “What are you doing? Why aren’t you going inside?
