Undead

Chapter 20

Perhaps when your luck hits rock bottom, it's about to turn around, or maybe surviving a great danger brings good fortune. Zhou Rong had his combat nerves stretched to the limit. He carried his gun and turned slightly at the corner of the corridor, only to find that there weren't many zombies on this floor.

Chun Cao casually shot and eliminated a few stumbling undead. She frowned and said, "What's going on? Have they all gone into hiding?"

The corridor ahead was pitch dark, and they couldn't see anything. Zhou Rong waved his tactical flashlight, illuminating the entire empty passage.

In the distance, there was a faint red glow at the entrance of an office—the satellite secure communication center, their objective for this mission.

"Stay alert," Zhou Rong whispered almost inaudibly. "One hundred meters straight ahead at twelve o'clock, Si Nan, prepare for the explosion."

The three of them formed a line, with Zhou Rong leading, Chun Cao covering the rear, and Si Nan carrying Zhang Yingjie on his back, cautiously advancing along the wall.

Suddenly, Zhou Rong stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Si Nan asked quietly.

Zhou Rong didn't answer. His finger gently traced the debris-covered wall. The light from his tactical flashlight swept carefully over the shattered bricks and the deep recesses where the steel reinforcement had twisted. Then he directed his flashlight forward.

"What does this look like to you?" he asked after a moment.

Under a yellow light, the wall's surface displayed several long damage marks, extending horizontally into the darkness.

Si Nan's expression changed slightly. "Animal claw marks."

Zhou Rong nodded and said briefly, "Perhaps this is why there are so few zombies nearby. Proceed with caution."

Si Nan supported Zhang Yingjie's arm, which hung over his shoulder. With his other hand, he took out a pack of nitrocellulose explosive from his tactical backpack. After turning the corner and confirming that the stairwell was empty, Zhou Rong signaled Si Nan to move forward and pointed to the entrance across from them, which emitted a faint red light in the darkness.

"Zhou Rong," Si Nan suddenly said.

Zhou Rong's sharp gaze scanned ahead, and he didn't turn around. "What is it? If you need something, call me Rong Ge. If not, call me Zhou Rong. You're too picky and lazy, always wanting to take hot showers, and as soon as I criticize you, you want to cuddle. You can't be so spoiled..."

"The door is open," Si Nan said.

Zhou Rong abruptly turned around.

The entrance to the satellite communication center was wide open. Collapsed bricks and rubble were stacked up to half a person's height. Alloy plates lay motionless in the debris, twisted into unimaginable shapes.

Zhou Rong's gaze slowly moved into the room. The ground was strewn with countless corpses, their bodies torn apart by beasts, highly decomposed.

"...," Zhou Rong said calmly, "Today, we've saved one explosive package."

The satellite communication center served two purposes: secrecy and emergencies.

During a disaster, surviving personnel would urgently retreat to this building, protected by an alloy gate and multiple steel locks. They would send distress signals to other military bases via satellite and conduct internal checks with the monitoring system to search for survivors in Sector A.

However, this fortress had also been breached. The three of them crossed the rubble, shining their tactical flashlights everywhere, revealing a floor littered with the remains of the undead, their bodies highly decayed and torn apart by wild animals.