"Director Ma, I'm worried about my daughter and my family," the female clerk said, anxiously wringing her hands. "I have to go back and check on them."
"Sigh." Director Ma shook his head. "Just don't regret it."
Xie Ning didn't give them a chance for any more small talk. She yanked open the conference room door and was the first one to run out.
Song Youzhi hurriedly followed. The female clerk, Xiao Zhu, clenched her jaw and followed them out as well.
The conference room door slammed shut.
Xiao Zhu looked up and saw at least forty or fifty rotting corpses with ferocious faces gathered at the locked double glass doors.
They had pounded spiderweb-like cracks into the glass, which looked like it was about to give way.
"This way to the rooftop." Xiao Zhu took a deep breath and quickly led Xie Ning and Song Youzhi toward a small side door.
The three of them went through the office's side door, circled around to a stairwell in the back, and hurried upstairs.
