"Hurry, hurry!"
Ling Mo urged as he pushed open the dark, heavy door in front of them.
Creak!
Once the door opened, a gust of cold air rushed in.
"Phew!"
Ling Mo took a deep breath immediately, feeling much clearer in the head. The ventilation here was not bad, at least much better than in the parking lot. Staying there any longer might have spelled disaster for his respiratory system...
He swept the area with his flashlight and quickly picked a path from the crisscrossed corridors: "This way."
"The zombies are catching up, and their numbers are increasing," Xia Na glanced back and said.
"It's fine, the shielding strength here has begun to weaken, even if those Brain Changers appear again, we can deal with them." Ling Mo had already started walking forward, pushing aside a clothes rack that was blocking the path.
However, the rack was already rotten. With a light push, the bottom part broke apart, clattering down amidst a pile of tattered clothes.
