Somehow, the small iron gate had been violently yanked open by several zombies.
The power distribution box blocking the way was no match for their craving for fresh flesh and blood.
A group of seven or eight zombies roared, smashing aside the power cabinet and rushing toward her with outstretched claws.
"Hurry up and get over here!" Song Youzhi, drenched in sweat, frantically waved at the office worker, Xiao Zhu.
With trembling legs, Xiao Zhu gasped for breath and quickly jumped onto the horizontal safety ladder.
But when she glanced down, a wave of dizziness hit her, and she nearly lost her footing.
"Hurry, hurry!" Song Youzhi glanced at his niece beside him. Seeing her drenched in sweat and deathly pale, he grew incredibly worried.
"Ningning, are you okay? Ningning, what's wrong?"
Xie Ning felt a sharp pain and a wave of intense dizziness in her head. She quickly grabbed Song Youzhi's hand. "Uncle, make her hurry! I can't hold on much longer."
