Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Celebration Begins
With the corridor on the top floor as the boundary, Fabricott on one side of the corridor is experiencing the most bizarre and terrifying thing in his life, while Zhang Heng on the other side is undisturbed.
The footsteps outside the door became more and more noisy, accompanied by some hoarse conversations, Zhang Heng now mastered a lot of foreign languages, but he still couldn't understand what those guys were saying, in fact, their language was just a few strangely pronounced syllables that were repeated.
However, the movement was getting louder and louder, some people carried heavy objects and slammed the door, and some people wanted to surround Fabricott from the side door, Zhang Heng could already guess the expression on the poor foreign traveler's face at this time.
Especially when Fabricott heard the main door of Room 428 being slammed and the sound of a key being inserted into the lock hole in the target room he was going to, he knew he was surrounded.
At this moment, his heart was full of despair, but the consciousness of survival made him continue to crash into the side door, fortunately this side door was not locked, he did not have much effort to knock the door open, and then plugged in the latch at the last moment before the main door was opened by the key.
After doing all this, Fabricott heard a terrifying sprint and rushed into room 428 where he had been, if he had stayed there, eighty percent would have been caught, but even now there was not much time left for him, Fabricott poked his head out of the window and saw the ridge of the roof in the moonlight, where the slope looked a little steep.
But Fabricicoat knew he had no other choice.
He could only muster up the courage to jump, but when he leaned half out of the window, he saw something that made his scalp tingle.
Seeing dark shadows suddenly emerge from the abandoned masonry buildings below, Fabricott finally knew why there were so few people he could see in the town.
If the two guys in the restaurant were just ugly-looking, then the things below were complete monsters, with gray-green skin and white bellies, but not a single hair on their skin, but instead fish-like scales, and even more terrifying were their heads, huge eyes that never closed, protruding sockets, and the gills on both sides of their necks.
They flutter and jump in the moonlight, waving their webbed hands and feet as if they were dancing an absurd dance.
Fabricott was almost unfazed by the sight and fell straight from the window, but just as his head sank and his hands were released, someone grabbed him from behind and dragged him back into the room.
But instead of being happy, the fear in his heart climbed to the top.
He turned his head and saw that it was none other than the foul-looking waitress at the front desk, who was looking at him with a cold and merciless gaze.
But the next moment, Fabricott heard the sound of the door opening in the distance.
Immediately after the sound of the Winchester gunshot, in this dreary and mysterious atmosphere, the gunfire sounded inexplicably inexplicable.
Especially mixed with roars and roars, but soon everything was calm again.
Fabricott's heart sank, and just when he thought that the guy who lived opposite the door was also controlled by the townspeople, the door to the room he was in was opened.
Zhang Heng smashed the butt of his rifle on the head of the waiter who tried to rush up, making the latter completely quiet, and then took another half step forward.
Seeing this, Fabricott also subconsciously retreated until his back was against the wall.
"There seem to be a lot of them, and if I stay here any longer, I won't be able to save you." Zhang Hengdao.
Fabricott woke up from a dream, and quickly stood up from the ground, and said in surprise, "You...... Where did you get your gun from? β
"Borrowed from the grocery store." Zhang Heng said, paused and asked, "How are you over there, can you go through the window?" β
"No, it's all monsters down there." Fabricott regretted a little that he didn't ransack the grocery store with Zhang Heng, and moved a little further away from the window as he spoke, "What about the street?" β
"What do you think?" Zhang Heng asked rhetorically.
Although the townsfolk didn't knock on his door, Zhang Heng didn't continue to lie down on the bed and let Fabriccot be captured, not only because the two were the only outsiders in the town, but also because Fabricory was the only one who could tell him what was going on in the town.
And Zhang Heng will not be so naΓ―ve as to think that if the people in the town don't look for him now, they will never come to him.
After all, the old man he met before did everything possible to let him live in the Gilman Inn, and he did not hesitate to put a dollar upside down for this, and the other party couldn't just let him watch the play up close.
"So what do we do?" Fabricott was dumbfounded.
It is definitely not possible to stay here, although Zhang Heng has a gun in his hand, but after all, there are only two of them, and the enemy to deal with has a whole town, except for those ugly-looking residents, the monsters that usually hide in the house during the day have all escaped now.
"Head south." Zhang Hengdao, he took a look when he went out, although there were people on the streets, the number was relatively small, and there were many buildings, which could slightly block their whereabouts.
As he spoke, he was back down the hallway, Fabriccott following him closely.
The two of them made their way to the end of the hallway, when footsteps sounded from the staircase, which also signaled that a new wave of people was coming up.
Zhang Heng handed the homemade wall-climbing hook to Fabricott, "Do you know how to use it?" β
"Pretty much." The latter took the wall-climbing hook and said nervously.
"Go to the roof of the building opposite, and I'll meet you later." Zhang Heng picked up the rifle in his hand as he spoke, aiming at the staircase, he didn't talk nonsense, when the first figure appeared, he decisively pulled the trigger, and the bullet accurately hit the target's head.
A trail of blood splattered on the wall.
After Zhang Heng skillfully withdrew the shell, loaded, and hit the second person in the chest, not only did he not retreat, but instead walked forward while shooting, until he was only three steps away from the staircase, looked down, and found that the sound of gunshots and the death of his companions could not stop those guys, and more black shadows were rushing upstairs, because the stairs were no longer crowded, and some of them even jumped up directly along the outside of the handrail.
A half-human, half-fish frog thing crossed the corpse and pounced on Zhang Heng, but Zhang Heng's eyes did not show any panic, until the other party almost threw out the Molotov cocktail that had just been lit in front of him.