She complained again, "It's probably a plot kill again inside. The people here are really hospitable, welcoming us like we're home."
Sure enough, before the door even opened, a face suddenly appeared inside, smashing against the glass window. From the outside looking in, it was the face of a zombie with its nose bitten off, covered in blood.
Obviously, there were quite a few "hospitable" patients inside the only key door that needed to be entered.
As the patients appeared, the music inside also became a bit more urgent. But just as everyone was watching, some "hospitable" patients next door also opened the door and reached out their claws shakily. Seeing such a scene, Zhou Weiwei couldn't hold it anymore and ran down the stairs with her eyes closed, just in time to bump into the doctor who opened the door earlier. Zhou Weiwei was so scared she was trembling all over, her hand shakily reaching back: "Wen, Wenyi, where are you? Save, save me!"
