Doomsday pawn

"Go downstairs! Quick!"

Xiaoguan was able to suppress more than a hundred people with his own ability, and his reaction was naturally very fast. When he heard the movement downstairs, he turned around and ran towards the stairwell upstairs.

And Yi Ge, who was standing next to him, followed quickly with a serious look on his face. When the two of them left the fourth floor first, Ding Xing who was behind him did not have such good luck.

If you really want to talk about it, his movements were faster than that of the woman who was closer to the stairwell, but he didn't follow up on his own initiative, but was squeezed out by the people behind him.

And if the sworn brother who was walking in front hadn't kindly stopped him, he would have been able to squeeze directly to the third floor.

Boom… boom…

And with the sound of the tables and chairs falling to the ground just now, the deafening footsteps sounded almost simultaneously from upstairs to downstairs in the small six-story building.

…

In just half a minute, more than a hundred people were squeezed into the third floor, which Ding Xing had previously described as being full of mines.

These people don't even bother to cover their mouths and noses to resist the unpleasant smell. They don't even have the time to care about what they step on. They just press their chests against their backs and watch their instincts continue to move forward.

The crowd in front is moving.

After all, compared to a painful nose and disgusting physiological reactions, one's own life is obviously more important.

And although the environment on the third floor is harsh,

It doesn't smell good either, but overall they are pretty lucky.

Those who were at the end of the fourth floor just now are really pitiful. They are still blocked at the door. There are nearly seventy or eighty people crowded in the narrow corridor trying to get in and out, trying to retreat but unable to get out. The only option is

He used his flesh and blood body to stop the zombies that had already rushed up, and acted as a human wall for those who ran into the third floor first.

As for whether they did it voluntarily? That is no longer important. The consequences of being a step slower are now obvious.

"close the door!"

I don’t know from which corner, who shouted first, which instantly attracted everyone’s attention.

After a brief silence, more and more people began to echo. Not only did they agree with what the person just said, but they took action without even thinking about it again.

"Yes, yes, close the door quickly, they are coming up soon!"

"It can't be closed...come here and help!"

"Let's all work hard together..."

“…”

Somewhere further back in the crowd, a woman who looked to be in her thirties was holding her hands around her chest, trying her best to stop her body from shaking.

Although she had successfully followed the large army into the third floor, the threat of death had not been eliminated. The fear and fear on her face were still very obvious at this time. Her eyes were filled with tears, and the tears melted away as they flowed down her cheeks.

Dust that has accumulated for a long time.

"There are still people outside! There are still people outside..."

She watched helplessly as the door to the hall on the third floor was slowly pushed shut by the people inside, and she shouted with trembling lips.

But I don't know if her shout was too small in the noisy environment, or if it was deliberately ignored by those around her.

Therefore, her kindness to those outside the door did not attract the attention of those who were pushing the door. The hall door still closed slowly and unchangeably.

"Don't close the door...please!"

"Let me in, let me in..."

"Ah...it's biting my arm. I don't want to die yet. Please help me..."

“…”

Outside the door, which had been blocked by zombies one after another, there were heartbreaking cries and begging.

These people didn't want to die. Even though the claws of the zombies were already stretched out in front of their eyes, they were still struggling to hold on, using their bodies to hold the door tightly against the similar people inside who wanted to send them to hell.

They were hoping for a word of sympathy from inside the house, hoping that the person they regarded as their savior would stand up and allow them to enter.

"It's not our fault. If you are to blame, just blame this fucked-up world!"

"Whoever made you run slower deserves to die..." A tall but very thin man said coldly.

"Get out...get out quickly..."

"Everyone, please try your best..."

A door, inside and outside the door, a group of people who originally had a common goal were divided into two waves.

The contradiction between life and death is not only reflected in whether the door, which is not heavy, is closed, but also reflected in the pleading and indifferent language of this group of people.

The people outside the door just want to live, and the people inside the door also don’t want to die!

Who is right and who is wrong has no meaning at this time. It can only be said that someone seized a glimmer of sinful life in hell.

What they did was insidious, sinful, contrary to conscience, and inconsistent with past morality.

But the result is... they survived.

Whether this is human nature may be debatable, but there is no doubt that everyone is the same.

No one wants to die, right?

…

And just when they were killing each other, the zombies who had lost their sense and only knew how to devour and kill ironically became the ones with the strongest will and the most united with each other.

They may not understand what is going on between their food, nor do they care what their fight for that flimsy door is for.

Their movements are very simple. Every time their nails scratch, they can bring up a large drop of blood. Every time they lower their heads and open their big mouths with sharp teeth, they can bite out a large piece of fresh flesh and blood.

They are like hungry wolves that have broken into a herd of sheep, enjoying the feast that has been squeezed together without any room for movement.

Soon, bright red blood gathered in the corridor and formed a chilling river of blood.

Part of the sticky blood flowed down the stairs, staining the steps red. The other part dripped from the edge of the steps to the downstairs, causing even greater agitation among the monsters downstairs who had not yet enjoyed the delicious taste.

"Guan Xiu, you must die a good death..."

An unwilling and heartbreaking sound resounded through the stairwell, mixed with repeated roars, and the resistance of those outside the door became increasingly weak.

After all, even if they could restrain the fear caused by the zombies attacking their faces, they could not reverse the panic of the escapees from the fourth floor behind them.

The door that symbolized the boundary between life and death finally closed slowly...

Until the ferocious faces outside the door completely disappeared and could no longer be seen. What was left to everyone in the house was a vicious look that was full of resentment but could not be changed by anything.

The closed door could no longer be shaken, and it was immediately blocked by everyone in the house. No matter whether it was people or zombies outside, they could not break through for a while.

"Ahem..." A middle-aged man held his knees with both hands and leaned against the door with his back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No...it's okay..."

A dozen people glanced at each other, and they could clearly see the panic, fear, and happiness in each other's eyes after being temporarily safe, but there was no regret as imagined.

But this situation only paused for a few seconds. The group of people straightened up again and looked around. "Brother Guan... Where is Brother Guan?"

Although these people survived for the time being, they did not forget that they were still in great danger. They knew deeply that after the zombies outside wiped out the crowd, they would rush in sooner or later.

So before that, they must escape from the third floor, which is at least ten meters above the ground. And Xiaoguan is their only hope.

In the crowd…

There were more than a dozen people who looked a little out of place in the surrounding environment. They put their shoulders on each other's shoulders and just blended in with the crowd. They never participated in the fight for the door from beginning to end.

"This Xiaoguan is not stupid enough, and he has indeed prepared a way out in advance."

Old Man Kong, who was second in line, looked at the window and pinched Li Wu's shoulder, and whispered in his ear like a thief.

Li Wu, who was at the head of the team, rubbed his ears and nodded without surprise, "Our leader has already said that this guy named Guan is definitely a ruthless and vengeful guy, so he left it for himself.

It’s not surprising that there is a way out.”

By the window…

Xiaoguan fastened the safety buckle that he had prepared on the rope, then raised his legs and climbed onto the window sill.

"Everyone, please don't mess up. Get ready and come one by one..."

Xiaoguan looked at the room and pretended to comfort him, then kicked his legs and jumped out of the window without looking back...