More and more zombies squeezed in through the gap, like rats desperately trying to get into an oil tank, even if their bodies were deformed, they were still desperately drilling into it. And the other few people holding tables and chairs in their hands finally couldn't stand it, and they couldn't care about their companions who were still wailing on the ground, and began to squeeze back desperately.

Not many people were knocked down by the zombies one after another, and the entire aisle was filled with the sound of creaking and chewing, like countless wild dogs gnawing on the bones found in the wilderness. The despair in the eyes of several small leaders also became stronger and stronger, and they could only watch as the little brothers in front of them became fewer and fewer, and those hateful zombies were getting closer and closer to them.

Perhaps the food was too sufficient, and seeing that only four or five people were left in front of them in the end, the pace of the zombies' advance gradually slowed down. One by one, they pounced on the living who had fallen to the ground and were still breathing, gnawing at every part of his body.

The entire aisle was littered with corpses, skulls and severed limbs, as well as corpses that had not yet been eaten up and began to writhe and get up again after an unknown amount of time. Not long ago, they were part of the trembling crowd at the end of the hallway, and when the zombies' disgusting mucus-stained teeth and claws left marks on their bodies, and even burst open their stomachs, the form of life had begun to change.

Their pupils quickly vanished, and there may still be a few zombies on their stomachs tearing and devouring fresh meat, and when their bodies that had stopped moving suddenly began to writhe and twitch, the zombies that were still busy devouring also stopped eating.

From this moment on, they became one kind, and the original food instantly joined the ranks of predators. Their faces had been gnawed to reveal their bones, and even a ball of twine-like intestines had fallen out of the hole in their stomachs, and they were dragged to the ground by their bodies.

But they can no longer see the various emotions of the past in their eyes, and the pale whites of their eyes occupy the entire eye socket, and subtle red threads are faintly visible. The craving for food made them ignore their badly damaged bodies and just stare at the drooling teeth of their former companions, and walked towards them step by step.

In fact, the number of zombies has not increased much, and there are corpses stacked on top of each other and exuding a stench everywhere. But those who had died but got up again soon joined them, and the number of those who were alive dwindled until only the two or three younger brothers and the little bosses huddled together behind them remained.

Seeing that the movements of the losers gradually stopped, the hopes of several people who had already given up were picked up again, and they anxiously looked at the environment in front of them and around them, each movement becoming cautious, for fear of upsetting this fleeting balance.

What to do? Do you want to rush over now? The desire to survive and the fear of death are entangled in their hearts, and the hope is too small for them to dare to make the slightest trial and error. But if you just wait, ten minutes, maybe five minutes, maybe three minutes? They don't know, they only know that once these zombies finish eating the human flesh in front of them, they will resound themselves in the corner.

The women hid in the room with the door closed, and faintly heard whispered sobs in the room, and a zombie next to the door kept banging on the dark red door. When I heard the sound coming from the door, the crying inside instantly stopped and turned into a louder scream.

The whole hotel seems to have suddenly descended into an infernal hell, and the living dead covered in blood in these corridors are the ghosts who have risen from hell with the sole purpose of transforming everyone they see into the same form as them, wailing in pain and wailing and being reborn in wailing.

At this moment, from the other side of the corridor, near the safe passage, a burst of gunfire suddenly sounded, like a mess of crackling and fried beans, but in the ears of a few people at the window, it was unusually pleasant!

Several people were a little stunned when they heard the gunshots coming from behind the corpses, but then their faces were full of irrepressible joy, and they finally waited for Brother Long's support! The instinct to survive gave them courage again and dispelled the dark clouds that hung over their hearts.

Who wants to die if they can live? The bloody nature of several leaders was also stimulated at this time, and the weapons in their hands were also tightly held in their hands, slashing at the corpses that had slowed down the offensive and were obviously attracted by the gunfire behind them.

Blades and axes swung in the air, blood and flesh churning. Even Gao Shuai, who had always been silent with a gloomy face, suddenly seemed to have momentum, and a dagger at the front swallowed like a snake letter, and from time to time a zombie whose head was pierced by him fell to the ground.

At this time, behind the group of corpses, a team of about ten people was dealing with the group of corpses that turned around and pounced in a little panic. Most of them looked to be a little thin, and under the long colorful hair were immature faces of at most eighteen or nineteen years old.

And it is these people who still seem to be students, after experiencing the initial panic, everyone's face is far more fierce and crazy than ordinary people, like someone has given them a stimulant, and the zombies that make ordinary people fear are like monsters that will explode equipment in a game in front of them.

The people at the front were holding a few old rifles in their hands, and it seemed that eighty percent of them were old guys who had been turned over from an unknown warehouse in the previous bureau. The gunfire was dull and loud, and the postures of several people looked similar, but as soon as they shot indiscriminately, the zombies that rushed over did not fall much.

In the final analysis, they are just a group of ordinary children, maybe the environment has long known their ruthless methods and hearts, but in this place of Xia Kingdom, even if it is an old-fashioned shotgun, only a few people can see it. What about these police rifles that were in the hands of those people who may not have fired them at all?

There were probably more than twenty zombies left in the corridor, and there were probably only half of them on the ground that were still crawling slowly towards the living, and the small amount of ammunition in the guns was quickly exhausted. There was no accuracy, and the bullet hit the zombie's painless body like it was shot into a sponge, only to see a few more blood holes on the zombie's body, but the movement under his feet did not stop.

"Damn, don't you have this thing, it's different from what you see on TV?" A yellow-haired young man took a sip, threw the rifle in his hand to the ground with a look of disgust, and took out a knife from his waist that was only more than ten centimeters long.

And the other people around him also did the same, the rifles in their hands were all thrown to the ground with a clatter, and they all took out all kinds of short knives from their waists, and their eyes were full of excitement when they looked at the zombies rushing towards him.

"the boys!" "I can't help it!" "Brother Long is still worried about us, afraid of Mao!" "Yes, yes, show Brother Long what we are capable of! Otherwise, we always think we were lucky last time! A few people shouted, not taking the twenty-odd in front of them seriously at all, and some were even laughing and discussing the women above.

And just as they rushed towards the zombies, four figures suddenly appeared in the dark corridor, flashed around the corner, and disappeared again at the entrance to the fourth floor.