doomsday escape

Wang He was not as capable as Li Jingou, so he packed up his equipment and climbed down slowly in the dark.

Zhao Na followed closely behind. She had not recovered from the arrow wounds in both arms and was climbing slowly. By the time she managed to do so, Li Jingou had already pried the elevator open a crack and was looking out.

As soon as Zhao Na landed on the ground and stepped on the corpse of the zombie, she took out her mobile phone and started typing.

"There is no guard here, it is just blocked with some debris. The hostages are locked in the room to the right of the elevator. There is usually no one to guard it. Many people don't have the energy to do anything without food, so they only arrive on the fifth floor.

On the fourth floor, two people take turns to stand guard there every day."

Wang He nodded, and Li Jingou sped up the door. As soon as the door opened, Wang He got out and started to clear the corridor gently.

As soon as a gap was opened, he asked Li Jingou to go through it, watching for the wind to prevent any accidents, while he speeded up to clear it. It took two or three people to lift various furniture and sundries, but he easily moved it away alone.

"here……"

Zhao Na held up her cell phone, waved it in front of Wang He's eyes, and ran to the right.

Wang He pushed aside the last table that was in the way and followed him a few steps away.

As soon as she turned right, she saw a broken wooden table. Behind the table were four wooden doors lined up on the left and right. Zhao Na had already taken off a bunch of keys from the wall next to the table and opened the wooden doors one by one. Wang He walked over and walked into the wooden door.

After taking a look, I was immediately shocked by the tragedy in front of me.

The four rooms are full of old, weak, sick and disabled people. There are about 6 to 9 people in each room. The room is less than 10 square meters. Most of the time, people can only sit on the ground, and there is not even enough space to lie down.

There is no toilet in the room, so you can only urinate on the ground. The pungent stench fills the entire fifth floor. No wonder no one is guarding it. Not many people have the courage to stay here all the time just because of the smell.

On the floor dripping with feces and urine, there were two wash basins, which were the containers from which these prisoners usually drank. As for the food, there was not a single scrap at all. A few of the older ones were so hungry that they could not stand up.

Everyone just looked at the opened wooden door numbly, not even having the strength to go out.

"Mom, mom, mute mother is here..."

A wooden door was opened. There were some children in this room. There were more than ten children. The oldest was eight or nine years old and the youngest was two or three years old. When they saw Zhao Na, the children immediately rushed up and hugged her tightly.

Zhao Na looked at her longingly.

According to Zhao Na herself, Zhang Xinghua was so troublesome that he left all these children here without giving them a bite of food. If Zhao Na was not kind-hearted and secretly brought some food to these children, these children would have persisted until now.

Wang He couldn't believe his eyes. Only a week after the disaster broke out, such a shocking human tragedy happened.

These beasts were worse than zombies. He was on the verge of rage, and his pupils were flashing blue and red alternately.

"The others were locked up upstairs, and they were all young adults. Except for the young girls they used for pleasure, the remaining men were tortured and brainwashed by them every day.

Some people couldn't stand it so they joined them, and those who refused to surrender were imprisoned and used... to fight zombies... for their viewing pleasure..."

"You stay here and take care of them."

Wang He put down his backpack, took out all the food and water inside, and strode towards the stairs.

After a while, Li Jingou came over.

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, a rare expression of shock and anger appeared on the silent face. He threw his backpack to Zhao Na and walked towards the elevator without looking back.

Wang He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and the blue light in his pupils gradually took over. He gently opened the door, pushed his bow and nocked an arrow, and slowly walked up.

Since there was no electricity, candles may not have been collected, so oil lamps were lit in the corridor.

A metal can shell of luncheon meat, with some unknown animal fat poured into it, a wick made of a piece of cloth, and a dim light only dispelled the thick darkness, far from providing illumination.

A guard was leaning on the stair railing on the fourth floor, facing the stair door and with his back to Wang He.

The stairs from minus 4 to minus 3 were filled with debris, blocking the zombie army. The guards were not so much guarding the hostages, but more of warning of the zombie threat from upstairs.

It's just that at this moment, his back is turned to the stairs, and he doesn't know who he is guarding against.

There is only one guard here. Zhao Na said that there are two people on guard every time, and the other guard has gone somewhere unknown.

Wang He put away his bow and arrows, drew out his corpse-claw sword, and sneaked in with the cutter. He covered the guard's mouth with his left hand, and wiped his neck with the sword with his right hand. The guard struggled for a moment and then slumped limply in Wang He's arms.

Putting the body down gently without making a sound, Wang He opened the door a little and looked inside.

Through the crack in the door, you can see glass, ceramic, or metal vessels filled with oil lamps.

Three slovenly-dressed people, their clothes covered with greasy dirt, turned their backs to him and hid behind an overturned table.

One of them held a pistol and aimed at the vent on the ceiling. The other two, one holding a kitchen knife and the other an ax, also stared at the vent closely, sweating from nervousness.

It seemed that Zhang Xinghua had already arranged an ambush. It was estimated that there were more people at the other entrance. He must have guessed that Zhao Na would explain everything in detail. Unfortunately, he did not expect that Wang He had already found a different way to lurk behind them.

After quietly opening the door, Wang He ducked behind the three men, grabbed the axe-holder's neck from front to back with his backhand, and slashed the back of the neck of the man holding the pistol with his right hand.

"Crack!" The gunman's head fell to the ground. As soon as the man with the knife turned around, Wang He stabbed his neck with a sword. Blood oozed from his mouth. He stared at Wang He in horror, twisted a few times, and then lowered his head.

The axe-wielding man was facing up, leaning back and being pinched under his arm by Wang He. He couldn't scream, but Wang He raised his forearm. He immediately stopped struggling and his whole body went limp. The confusion and regret in his eyes followed.

As the pupils expand and slowly disappear.

It sounds like a long time, but in fact it only happened in an instant. Wang He dealt with the three of them silently, took out his cell phone, and stuck his camera against the wall.

Sure enough, there were three more people around the corner, also lying behind the debris used as a shelter. A shotgun and a pistol were aimed at the ventilation pipe, and another one was holding an unknown weapon.

The structure of the negative four floors is the same as that of the negative five floors. Behind the ambushed three people is the elevator corridor. Further outside a room further down, five or six people are also ambushed, with weapons in their hands pointed at the inside of the room.

That room should be the so-called back road leading to the underground parking lot of the building next door, Zhang Xinghua's.

Wang He memorized the positions of several people, took back his cell phone, and pulled out a ghost tooth arrow.

He didn't use ghost tooth arrows to shoot people before, because he was afraid that the zombie teeth would turn the injured humans into zombies. Instead, he wanted to infect these beasts into zombies and let them taste the taste of despair.

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"Whoosh~poof..." Wang He dodged and shot an arrow, then quickly retreated. Before the three people in ambush could react, the man holding the shotgun had been hit by an arrow in his neck and fell to the ground.

The people next to him immediately fired several shots in the direction of Wang He. Even the six people who were ambushing at the door of the room ran over and aimed their guns at this place. As soon as he showed his head, he would be beaten into a sieve.

The oil lamps were lit a lot, but it was still too dim. Wang He could not see clearly where Zhang Xinghua was. It is also possible that Zhang Xinghua had changed his appearance long ago.

Since he couldn't catch the thief first, he had to solve them all. Wang He took a step back, picked an angle, and shot an arrow at the fire metal water pipe on the ceiling.

The Ghost Fang Arrow was extremely sharp, and a big hole was pierced in the fragile pig iron pipe. The sewage trapped inside sprayed out like rain. The gunman raised his head and was stunned for a moment. Wang He ducked out again, shot two pieces in a row, and then retreated.

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"Puff!" Two more people fell to the ground, and the remaining people had their livers and gallbladders broken. What kind of archery technique was this? Two arrows were shot out in just a flash. The arrows were deadly. They were so frightened that they raised their guns and shot them randomly.

Narrow corridors, reinforced concrete walls, bullets ricocheting everywhere, a few almost hitting Wang He, this actually inspired Wang He.

I picked up the gun, pointed it at the corner, and fired a burst of output. A few ricochet bullets were reflected, and I actually heard someone scream. It was obviously hit by a stray bullet.

The other party obviously realized that in addition to wasting bullets, it might accidentally injure one of its own people, so he immediately stopped firing and looked nervously in the direction of Wang He.

Wang He also put away his gun, took out his cell phone and checked the time, as if he was waiting for something.

The fierce confrontation suddenly fell into an eerie silence, with both sides waiting in silence for the other to take the first move.

The gunmen aimed nervously forward, not paying attention at all. The fingers of their companion who had been shot through the neck by an arrow suddenly moved.

"Ouch~" The gunman who was shot to death by the Ghost Fang Arrow jumped up from the ground, rushed towards his former companion, and opened his mouth to bite him.

A scream frightened several gunmen into a mess. They raised their guns and swept around without hesitation, beating the zombies and injured gunmen into sieves.

Even so, he was still uneasy. He pulled out the knife and stabbed his head a few more times before he felt relieved. Unexpectedly, the other two who were shot to death by arrows also transformed into corpses at this time, and the chaotic gunshots rang out again.

After waiting for a while, the gunfire stopped, and both zombies and humans lay quietly on the ground without making any sound.

Wang He then walked out and stabbed the heads of all the corpses. After doing all this, he continued to walk into the deep room.

There was no one in the room. There was a wooden board under one side of the wall. When the board was removed, a hole was revealed. This must be the exit that Zhao Na mentioned.

Turning around, he kicked open the door of another room. Inside were all men, disheveled and bruised. Chen Hu and two soldiers were among them.

Seeing that it was Wang He, tears burst down his face, and Chen Hu even shouted: "Brother Wang, I guessed it was you. Only you can save us..."

Wang He asked them to come out quickly and opened another room. There was no one inside, but there were a lot of supplies, clothes, sheets, bedding, food, water, and ammunition. Although not too much, there was a little bit of everything.

Wang He didn't care about this now. He was only thinking about where Wu Ting had gone. He immediately walked to the last room and kicked it open.

There were more than 10 white bodies huddled in the corner. Only one person was wearing a black special combat uniform, and it was Wu Ting who was tied up.

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