With a soft click, Yuan Zhengtian opened the door of the treatment room lightly, to the surprise of several people, there was not a single zombie outside the door, only the corridor lights with insufficient voltage flickered brightly and dimly, and the messy blood stains on the ground and the items scattered everywhere looked even more weird in the dim light.

From the end of the hallway, there was still a faint sound of small apple music playing on the story machine, mixed with a few low roars of zombies in the middle.

It seemed that the effect of sound attraction was even better than expected, and Yuan Zhengtian, who didn't dare to relax his nerves, put his hand behind his back and made a gesture, and then tiptoed out of the treatment room along the corner.

Tu Jiaojiao saw Yuan Zhengtian's gesture of saying safety, and then followed Yuan Zhengtian's cat's steps, coming out carefully, trying not to make a sound.

Several people cautiously walked to the position not far from the nurse's station, and suddenly, a crisp sound from under the feet of several people was particularly abrupt in this originally silent environment.

Yuan Zhengtian's movements froze as if frozen, and when he looked down, it turned out that Du Linwei, who was walking last, accidentally stepped on a folder that fell on the ground.

Du Linwei smiled awkwardly, no one alive responded to him, and the good friend who came to greet him enthusiastically when he heard the voice was a large wave of hungry zombies.

The zombies who were originally attracted by the music played by the story machine in the past gradually gathered in the direction of a few people, after all, the attraction of fresh flesh and blood is much greater than that of music, and no zombie can resist it.

Yuan Zhengtian reacted quickly, stretched out his hand and pushed, grabbed an empty extra bed next to him and placed it in the middle of the corridor, artificially creating an obstacle.

One by one, the zombies dragged the incomplete stiff body, the body was covered with red colors, the pale face without a trace of blood stained with a lot of blood, a mouth, the smell was stinking, the sharp teeth were still hung with flesh foam and blood, and the teeth and claws swarmed to come.

Except for Yuan Zhengtian, it was the first time for the others to have such close contact with real zombies, fearful, and disgusting,...... This visual and spiritual shock cannot be expressed in words for a while.

Just when Yuan Zhengtian was about to take the lead, a suddenly verdant and green vine took the lead, and across the hospital bed in the middle of the corridor, rolled up a zombie closest to a few people.

Tu Jiaojiao, a few people who had never seen pitcher plants eating, were stunned to see this unlucky zombie being rolled by vines, and swayed past several people at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and then, a pitcher plant bottle that was more than two meters long swallowed the poor zombie from top to bottom.

"What are you guys doing in a daze? Hurry up. ”

Yuan Zhengtian roared angrily, and woke up the three people who were still in shock, since they immediately turned their heads and began to deal with the zombies, now is not the time to be distracted, be careful of being treated as dinner by the zombies.

Surprisingly, the first one to make a big move was Du Linwei, a reed chicken who looked very aggressive.

Du Linwei closed his eyes tightly, and the bone cleaver in his hand slashed his head and covered his face.

Burst~~

The sharp boning knife was slammed into the head of a zombie, hitting the target the first time, and it seemed that Du Linwei was lucky.

The black-red blood flowers burst out along with the brain, and Du Linwei was obviously stunned by his good luck, and actually stayed there motionless.

The sharp-eyed Tu Jiaojiao hurriedly picked up an infusion stand and sent it forward with the three legs at the lower end of the infusion stand.

was pushed by the infusion stand like this, the head had blossomed, and the zombie who couldn't die anymore fell backwards, and Du Linwei didn't let go of the hand holding the bone cleaver because of nervousness, and took the opportunity to pull out the bone chopper that was almost stuck.

The successful settlement of the first zombie gave a few people a little confidence, but the dozen or so zombies that followed, like hungry beasts, desperately pounced on a few people.

These zombies, who have no brains and no thinking, will only follow their instincts of appetite and swarm forward, but they are stuck by the hospital bed in the corridor, and can only anxiously wave their hands at the food that is close at hand, and the flesh and blood of the previous food can still be vaguely seen on the sharp nails.

Seeing that Tu Jiaojiao and Du Linwei, who were also facing zombies for the first time with him, both of them made a move, and Zhao Mo, who was not to be outdone, had a bit of hideousness on his face that was extremely inconsistent with his usual temperament, raised the rusty iron pipe in his hand, and smashed it hard.

The iron pipe smashed on the heavenly spirit cover of a zombie, and the zombie's head was sunken, its eyeballs bulged, and it fell to the ground with a snap, and the black and red blood and brain mixture flowed out.

Seeing that the three of them had already made a move, and they had successfully killed the two zombies, Yuan Zhengtian rushed forward, and several people cooperated, with the help of favorable terrain, and began to fight against the zombies.

The desire to survive made the will of several people more and more firm, their actions more and more handy, and their cooperation became more and more tacit......

When the survivors were hurrying to deal with the zombies, Si Qingli was not idle, and was directing the pitcher plant to eat a delicious zombie feast in the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

This taste is really not ordinarily heavy, although the pitcher plant itself does not have any sense of taste and smell, but Si Qingli psychologically still endured the enhanced smell of the bathroom and zombies and looked at 50%, 51%, 52% in front of him...... Quest tips for all the way up (don't forget the four floors that were cleared in front of you.) I can't smell it, I can't smell it......

"Can you wait a minute?" A calm and sad young male voice sounded, interrupting the pitcher plant feeding.

Nepenthes twisted the grass body, turned around and looked, it was Zhao Mo who didn't know when he came over.

"That's my only sister, I want to do it myself, I don't want to see her become like this and live." Zhao Mo grasped the rusty iron pipe that had been completely deformed with one hand, gasped, and explained softly.

Si Qingli nodded understandingly, commanded the pitcher plant to loosen the vine that had just grabbed this young and beautiful female zombie, turned around and left, 10 minutes later, Zhao Mo returned to the nurse station where everyone was concentrated, his eyes were red, and there was a little blood stained on his originally clean collar, Yuan Zhengtian saw it, patted him on the shoulder, and did not speak.

Everyone gathered to check the results of the collection, the weapons were a fire axe, two old-fashioned iron infusion stands, two scalpels, and a small pile of snacks, biscuits, and fruits that had rotted, and a few people also took some glucose, standing medicine and medical supplies, and the harvest was not bad.

This is the end of the search in the anorectal department on the fifth floor, and a few people alas, and finally called the nurse Xiao Li, who had been hiding in the treatment room and shivering, if she was left here alone, she would be sent to death.

The fire axe was given to Zhao Mo, who had completely scrapped the rusty iron pipe in his hand, while Yuan Zhengtian and Tu Jiaojiao took local materials, firmly tied the sharp scalpel to the top of the infusion stand, and made two long-handled weapons to avoid hand-to-hand combat with zombies as much as possible.

Everyone took the weapons that were still useful in their hands and set off to the top floor of the surgical building, betting on the possible glimmer of life.