Leaning against the cold, heavy door panel, sweat or blood soaking through my clothes, the pistol leaned against the wooden door, the hard pistol stiffly criminating against the muscles in my waist. I panted against the door www.biquge.info looking up at a dimly lit ceiling, my heart pounding, my hair sticking to my neck, the blood all over my body seemed to be concentrated in my head, I was terrified, my mind was full of magnified zombie faces, and a second later, it would have bitten my throat and shattered my veins.

Fear and fright wrapped around me like vines, shrinking as if they were about to cut my heart into pieces.

Cold sweat slid down my forehead, and I gasped and stared at the ceiling.

Ponder for a few seconds.

Lowering my eyes, I pulled the blood-stained hair from my cheeks behind my ears, turned and pulled the door open and broke into the bloody garden again.

What catches the eye is such a picture, two zombies press Andrew to the ground, Andrew resists their throats with both hands, they open their mouths, their yellowed fangs are aimed at Andrew's throat, and the corpse-stench gas sprays at Andrew again and again with their roar. I ran past the corpse lying on the ground, gritted my teeth and bent down to grab the fat woman's coiled hair, and pulled her out with all my might, she shook her body and fell to the side, the other hand was freed, Andrew clenched his fist and smashed it the middle-aged man's face, the impact knocked him out completely.

"Andrew!"

I lifted him up as he lay on the ground, the strip of cloth that had been bandaged in his wound had fallen off due to struggle, and his unhealed arm had to use all his strength to clench his fist, which made the wound on his arm crack even wider, and his upper body was dripping with blood, I don't know if it was his, or the two zombies.

The middle-aged man screamed, raised his head and was about to pounce again, Andrew pulled out the pistol I had stuck in his waist and pulled the trigger with a cold face.

"Bang-" At the same time as the loud noise, the zombie's head was instantly exploded.

"Let's go!" Andrew pushed me through the ajar door of the library.

I turned around and saw three or four zombies running towards us with their mouths open a few meters away.

The sound of gunfire attracted their attention.

"Bang-" Andrew fired another shot, blasting the fat woman who was about to pounce on him.

I held his stumbling body, supporting two-thirds of his weight as best I could, gritting my teeth to approach the half-open door.

Come on......

Come on......

I still...... Don't want to die!

"Bang-" Andrew fired a third shot, finishing off a zombie that was about to pounce on me.

Temporary tinnitus, I shook a blank head, gritted my teeth and propped him up to the door, I slammed open the hidden door with my shoulder, the next second Andrew's body brushed the door panel, I turned around and pushed the cold door with bloodstained hands to slam it shut.

"Thump-" The gate was pounding continuously, accompanied by the roar of predators.

Andrew pressed his back against the gate, and I kept my head down, supporting the gate with all my strength, blood mixed with sweat wet the ends of my hair, leaving down my forehead and dripping at my feet. "Click." I turned my face and saw Andrew pick up the stick next to him and stick it firmly into the deadbolt of the wooden door.

I took a step back.

"Bang!" The heavy gate was knocked open a small gap, the strength of the zombies far exceeded that of humans, but because of the blockage of wooden sticks, the door was not knocked open, maintaining a small gap, I looked at the ogres outside the door with a mouth full of blood and roaring, a chill for a while, their voices were so close that they were almost within reach, and with the roar, the blood in their mouths splattered on the floor tiles under the cracks in the door.

Taking a few steps back, I gasped and was a little dizzy.

I looked sideways at Andrew, who was panting with his back against the door, his hands bloodied, warm blood sliding down his arms and absorbed by the fabric of his pants. His forehead and cheeks were covered with sweat and blood, as if sensing my gaze, and he looked at me with half-squinted eyes.

I listened to his breathing, and for a moment, no one spoke.

But I guess we're all thinking about the same thing.

Still alive......

It's ironic, the simplest thing, but the most untouchable longing.

I shook my head, lowered my eyes, and turned slightly.

"Click."

The cold, bullet loading sound.

I looked up and saw two men with rifles standing in front of me, the muzzles of the black holes aimed at my head.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."