Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

Thump... thump...

My heart was pounding violently in my chest...

Fortunately, the two infected people only stared at them for a while before turning away, seemingly treating them as one of their own.

Susan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, noticing that the infected creature was looking around with its back to her.

She slowly approached, then raised the Emei dagger in her hand and plunged it hard into the back of its head. The infected body fell to the ground with a thud, without attracting much attention from the other infected.

[......efficient.]

Susan was secretly delighted. She continued to imitate the unsteady gait of the infected, slowly walking behind the infected who were gathered in a circle, feasting.

With the Emei dagger in his hand, he kept swinging it up and down, and soon took down the infected people who were focused on eating one by one.

Upon seeing this, Byrd was filled with boundless admiration for Susan, his gaze towards her filled with fervent enthusiasm.

He mustered his courage and, mimicking Susan's gait, slowly approached the last infected from behind. Then, with a swift stroke, black blood splattered, and the infected's corpse collapsed limply to the ground.

Byrd stared wide-eyed at the infected corpse on the ground, then at his own hands and the dagger, his eyes filled with disbelief.

[So...it can be done like this.]

Byrd felt his mind suddenly opened up, and his fear of these monsters was decreasing infinitely.

They easily dealt with all the infected people who had entered the rest area. They exchanged glances and understood each other's meaning.

The two tacitly maintained the behavior pattern of the infected and slowly walked out of the rest area, only to see infected people starting to stroll in through the passage again.

Byrd turned around and blocked the infected person's view with his body, while Susan quickly closed the door to the rest area, wedged the wooden board into the doorknob, took out the rope she had prepared beforehand, wrapped it around the doorknob several times, and then tied it tightly in a knot.

This will prevent infected individuals from accidentally entering the rest area before they return.

"Where is the medicine? Lead the way quickly."

Susan glanced at the infected still wandering in the corridor, then turned to Byrd and lowered her voice.

"This way, follow me..."

After speaking, Byrd turned around and continued to walk deeper into the passageway, mimicking the way infected people walked.

Susan glanced at him intently from behind, a strange look flashing in her eyes.

He then staggered and swayed as he followed in Byrd's footsteps...

......

One week later...

...County Hospital.

As consciousness gradually returned, Rick finally awoke from his coma.

In a daze, he seemed to see Sean visiting him every day with flowers, talking to him...

“Dude, we’re still here, every day. Listen, I’m sorry, buddy, you’re always like this every time I come here.”

"...This was bought by everyone together. They asked me to bring it over to express their greetings and to wish you a speedy recovery."

"...Linda and Diane from the main station, these are the ones they chose, you should be able to tell."

I've put it on the table, okay...?

......

"This isn't just any ordinary vase. Honestly, did you steal it from Grandma Gene's house? I hope you didn't touch her treasured spoons..."

The unfocused pupils gradually focused, and the ceiling in front of them slowly solidified.

Rick finally came to his senses and jokingly teased the slightly old-fashioned celadon vase.

"Cough cough..."

The laugh aggravated his wound, and Rick couldn't help but cough.

“Sean…”

Rick turned to look to the side and called out Sean's name, only to find the ward empty and Sean nowhere to be seen.

"Sean, are you in the bathroom?"

Rick shouted towards the toilet, thinking Sean had gone there.

......

But the ward fell silent; no one responded to him.

Rick turned to look at the vase beside the bed and saw that the flowers inside had withered, and the dried petals had fallen onto the table.

He was incredulous, thinking he was seeing things.

Because I remember Sean was just here a moment ago.

He reached out and touched the withered flower in disbelief. The dry petals had no moisture at all, and it looked like no one had been here for a long time.

Looking at the clock on the wall, the hands were stopped at 2:17 and had stopped moving.

Rick realized something was wrong and struggled to get up to check.

However, the wounds on his body caused intense pain whenever they were agitated, clearly indicating that the injuries had not fully healed. He could only grit his teeth and persevere in moving around.

Perhaps because he had been lying in bed for too long, his hands and feet were a little uncoordinated. Rick could barely stand up with the help of a support frame, but he soon fell to the ground.

"Nurse...come quick..."

Rick lay on the ground, the pain from his wounds making it difficult for him to get up. He pulled out the IV from his arm and called for a nurse.

"Nurse...please help me..."

But there was still no response.

[Did all the nurses go to lunch?]

Rick was thinking this to himself, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Since he didn't receive any help, Rick lay on the ground for a while before he adjusted to his physical condition and managed to get up.

He pushed open the door to the hospital bathroom, only to see in the mirror that his hair was messy and his beard was unshaven, clearly indicating that he hadn't groomed himself in a long time.

Rick didn't have time to think. He was incredibly thirsty, so he rushed to the sink and turned on the tap. Water gushed out, and he bent down, cupped his hands, and drank it down in large gulps.

After drinking his fill of water, Rick left the toilet satisfied.

He opened the ward door, pushed aside the empty hospital bed blocking the door, and was stunned by the scene before him.

[OMG......What happened here?]

The hospital corridor was in a state of disrepair, seemingly without power. It was dimly lit, a mess, and eerily quiet, with not a soul in sight. Only the emergency lights at the corner of the corridor in the distance were flashing.

It's like stepping into a horror movie set, as if some terrifying monster might suddenly burst out at any moment.

Rick stood dumbfounded in the middle of the hospital corridor.

[How long have I been unconscious?]

Filled with doubt, he dragged his still-recovering body step by step toward the nurses' station.

There was no one at the nurses' station either. Rick saw the phone on the counter, reached for it, and wanted to call home, but he realized that the phone had no signal at all.

Rick's heart sank, and he began to realize that this was definitely not a prank. He reached out and rummaged through the table, trying to find something useful.

But they only found a small box of matches in a small storage box.

Rick lit a match with trembling hands, the flickering flame illuminating his somewhat fearful and uneasy face.

By the dim light of the fire, he scanned the table and, finding nothing of any help, left the nurses' station in disappointment.

He walked toward the corner passageway where the emergency lights were flashing, but through the closed door of the passageway, he saw an unbelievable scene.

On the floor of the corridor lay a mutilated corpse, seemingly gnawed by some animal.

Rick was so frightened by what he saw that he took several steps back, then quickly turned around and left to check the other side of the passage.

......