Ethan led his crew down the stairs at a dead sprint, hoping to clear the building before the incoming crowd made it up.
But the place had over twenty floors, and they'd started from the roof. With the elevators dead, even moving fast wasn't fast enough. By the time they hit the fifth floor, they ran straight into the oncoming group.
They nearly collided—both sides freezing for a heartbeat, startled.
Ethan exhaled sharply. Trouble hadn't just knocked—it had kicked the damn door in and punched them in the face. No dodging it now.
This wasn't a few hundred zombies. Not even a few thousand. This was a full-blown swarm—tens of thousands. How the hell had these people managed to stir up that kind of nightmare?
Lieutenant Park stared at Ethan and his crew, wide-eyed. He clearly hadn't expected anyone to be up here.
Before he could say a word, Ethan cut in, voice sharp and calm. "Stop going up. Block the stairwell below. The higher you go, the worse your chances of getting out."
