"Hurry up, I'll be waiting for you at the door." One of the tall, lanky men stood by the toilet with his hands in his pockets and said to the other. Another man responded and pushed open the spring door of the toilet and walked in, but as soon as he entered, he saw a person lying on the ground motionless. He was about to step forward to take a look at the situation, but suddenly the man lying on the ground suddenly got up and pounced on him, and the man subconsciously blocked it with his hand.

"Ahh

A scream came from the toilet, and the man at the door immediately pushed open the door and rushed in. I saw a zombie pressing his friend and frantically biting his arm, and the tall and thin man immediately ran forward to help. The tall and thin man pushed the bloody zombie away, and then pulled up his little friend. As soon as the talent stood up, the zombie pounced again, this time it was no longer the first man, the target was the thin and tall man.

The tall and thin man pressed his elbow against its chin, but the zombie's strength was greater than that of ordinary people. And after his little friend got up, his soul had been lost, and at this time he no longer had his senses, and his desire to survive intensified. Even the friend who had just saved him didn't care, and fled like a frightened sparrow.

The tall and thin man could not call his friend back even if he cried out, and the back of his friend extinguished his hopes. The blood of the zombie in front of him was pressed towards him little by little, and when he finally bit his face, he only had to resist instinctively. Blood flowed from his face, and screams echoed in the restroom, which gradually infected the entire third floor like a virus.

The lives of the group on the third floor were passing with the man who had been bitten on the arm, and he ran and screamed until he finally fell to the ground and got up again, and the time was only ten seconds. The moment he ran out of the toilet, only his body and instinct came out, and his soul had been lost in the bloody toilet.

This time, the people upstairs were not so lucky, and in the end there were only eleven survivors of the building, and nine of them were the ones who locked the door of repentance immediately after rushing to the roof. The man who was dominated by fear instinctively locked the door, even though there were still people crying behind the door.

"Open the door! Open the door! I don't want to die yet!"

"Please, open the door! Woowoo"

"They, they're coming! Open the door! ”

The wails outside the door continued to echo in their ears, and finally turned into heart-rending roars, and the people who fled to the top of the building were either rejoicing or repenting. Although some people can't bear it, they still can't step away from their still trembling legs, and the tears in the corners of their eyes don't know if it's because of the person behind the door, or because of their extreme panic.

"Why don't you let them in!" A man with glasses clenched his fists yelled at a lean man in a flower-shirted shirt, his bloodstained shirt as if to speak of his anger.

"Humph! Why? Do you want us to die with them?!Do you think you're great, why don't you give them a queen?" The sturdy man poked the glasses man's chest with his calloused hand and said viciously. Then he glanced at the legs of the man with glasses, raised the corners of his mouth and said in a weird manner: "It's better to take care of your legs first, bastard, hahahahahaha."

In the face of such a provocation, the man with glasses also vented his anger, and his inner unwillingness was not proportional to his strength, and then he became the concept of 1+1=3.