Chapter 63: This Cannon Fodder’s Slap in the Face Hurts Like Hell (2)

"Hush!" Jiang Youyou gripped the watermelon knife in one hand and clutched the door handle tightly with the other. Her face was pale, and she stood trembling before the door.

Su Ran slumped on the ground, gazing at the girl before her who seemed consumed by terror. A sense of relief welled up within her, and she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Soon, the sounds of zombies shuffling outside the door echoed in the hallway, the friction of their feet dragging along the floor quickening their heartbeats.

The sensation of danger drawing closer, step by step, was suffocating.