Chapter 10: Despair

The surgical building had twenty floors in total. Lin Wanmei activated the chicken talisman and swiftly navigated through the stairwell. Following the sounds, she ascended directly to the top floor.

The sounds of collisions grew louder in her ears, accompanied by countless zombies’ guttural growls. Lin Wanmei’s heart sank to the depths.

Stepping out of the stairwell, she was met with an endless sea of corpses, causing her scalp to tingle instantly.

The long, narrow corridor was filled with blood-stained zombies, blocking every corner tightly. The air was thick and foul, the density overwhelmingly unsettling.

Every face she saw was a tattered remnant of her former compatriots, like demons clawing out of hell—ruthless and bloodthirsty.

They pushed and jostled recklessly; some were so tightly packed their bodies twisted grotesquely, bones gleaming under their skin, yet they still seemed oblivious, roaring fiercely ahead.

All the zombies in the building had gathered on this floor!

What could be drawing them into such a frenzy?

Lin Wanmei didn’t need to think twice—there must be survivors on the twentieth floor.

With so many zombies, she could only wonder what was happening up ahead.

Biting her lip, she suppressed her fear and carefully weaved above the horde.

The corridor was about three meters high; she pressed close to the ceiling, maintaining a safe distance from the tallest zombies.

But she hadn’t anticipated that some zombies were cunning enough to leap up, clawing wildly in the air, following the scent.

When a fierce claw nearly grazed her, Lin Wanmei realized the gravity of the situation.

Were these creatures intelligent? Or simply using every possible means to capture their prey?

This unexpected turn made her journey more perilous; she had to remain vigilant against sudden attacks from razor-sharp claws. What should have taken minutes felt like endless hours.

Fortunately, she arrived at the target room at the edge of the horde without incident.

The zombies ahead were even more agitated than those behind, piled in layers several meters high, completely sealing off the ward.

They tore at the door with ragged throats, their heads and bodies repeatedly slamming against it. The glass window was shattered, and a cabinet was pushed against the door from inside.

Still, the door trembled precariously. Judging by the ferocity of the attack, it wouldn’t hold for long.

The situation was even more dire than Lin Wanmei had imagined.

She could faintly hear terrified cries from inside, a woman weeping, and urgent shouts pleading for help to barricade the door.

But these sounds only seemed to invigorate the zombies outside, making their assaults more violent.

Lin Wanmei’s heart tightened—if the door was breached, all would be lost.

She quickly scanned her surroundings, contemplating possible solutions.

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Inside the ward.

Sheng Anyu’s brow was tightly furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line. His fair yet strong arms leaned heavily against the medicine cabinet, veins standing out from the force.

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