Undead

Chapter 22

The tactical flashlight illuminated the cracked walls, and Zhou Rong observed for a moment, then gestured to the right, saying, "This way."

The three of them quickly moved along the wall, with Zhang Yingjie taking somewhat unsteady steps. Chun Cao turned to help him, but he evaded her.

"I can manage on my own," Zhang Yingjie gasped and said with a self-deprecating smile. "I'll... I'll forget about you later. Don't get your teammates killed, stay away from me."

Chun Cao, with a face the size of a palm, had tears streaming down her cheeks but remained silent.

At the front, Zhou Rong's eyes were red, but he didn't look back, and his voice remained calm. "Yingjie, hold on. We need to get out within two hours. You can still make it... at least back to the surface."

They passed through a corridor connecting various laboratories and descended along the stairs destroyed by the zombie gorilla. Zhang Yingjie smiled and said, "Can we make it? Honestly, I don't care. People die, lights go out, it's the same anywhere. I just really want to know if my wife and child are still alive. As long as I can see them again..."

As they walked through the corridor connecting various laboratories, Chun Cao suddenly stopped and shone a beam of light at a safety indicator light on the ceiling. She said incredulously, "Look, Sector E."

The three of them looked up.

"North Sector E" was a green sign with white letters, hanging askew in the darkness.

Did Si Nan, chased by the zombie gorilla, accidentally run into Sector E?

Zhou Rong chuckled bitterly, "Very well, at least it saves us some time. Let's go this way."

Zhang Yingjie took a brief pause, and Zhou Rong, ignoring his resistance, reached out to support him. He whispered, "Sector E contains the latest research on antibodies and maybe even remnants of the original antibody product. Based on the time the base was destroyed, the antibodies may not have expired. If they are still effective..."

Zhang Yingjie immediately said, "I'm not going, Rong-ge. Don't joke about it. I won't trade my survival for the world's hope. I'll go to the 18th level of hell when I die."

"...If there are two doses," Zhou Rong hoarsely said, "If there are, I'll make sure you get one."

Zhang Yingjie wanted to say more, but Zhou Rong pulled him along. "Let's go."

The flashlight illuminated the junction ahead, and on the ceiling, which was six meters high, the ventilation ducts hung broken, twisted like giant pythons in mid-air. Zhou Rong glanced at the map on the tablet computer in his hand.

To the left was an experimental field, but it didn't specify what kind of experiment. To the right was the top-secret bioinformatics data room, classified as "S-level" in red.

Zhou Rong hesitated about which direction to go, and suddenly, Chun Cao's ears twitched. "I hear something."

In the darkness, Zhang Yingjie's labored breathing barely managed to subside.

Gradually, noises from above became more pronounced, and it seemed that a group of people was approaching, accompanied by the familiar sound of silenced gunshots.

The three of them looked up, and within seconds, the commotion had rolled over their heads. The ceiling vibrated, sending countless specks of dust into the air.

"..." Zhou Rong suddenly realized something and his expression changed abruptly. "Damn it! No!"

But his angry shout was in vain.