The walkers by the window were all crowding in, trying to lean out and grab Suo Tian, but he dodged each one with precise movements.
On one particular swing, Suo Tian gave a powerful push, and in an instant, the two of us were swaying through the air with even greater momentum, drifting back and forth in wide arcs.
My head tensed up, and I instinctively reached out to grab hold of the legs he was using to clamp around me—but in doing so, I accidentally glanced downward.
And just that one glance made my whole heart go cold.
Holy shit! That's high!
I normally only have a mild fear of heights—being on the sixth or seventh floor wouldn't usually faze me.
But the key difference now was that I was completely suspended in midair, hanging off Suo Tian.
If he so much as loosened his grip for a second, I'd be splattered across the concrete below in two seconds flat.
Realizing this, I immediately clung to Suo Tian with both hands, terrified he might accidentally drop me and send me to a gruesome death.
But just as I gripped him tightly, Suo Tian suddenly shouted, "Chen Yang! Let go!"
Startled, I instinctively released my hands.
I hadn't even processed why he didn't want me to hold on, when Suo Tian gave another hard swing—this one with a huge arc.
I was so scared I opened my mouth to scream, but before the sound could escape my throat, I felt the pressure around my waist suddenly vanish.
In the next instant, propelled by the force of the swing, my body shot downward and forward in a blur—and in that very moment, my brain managed a single, stunned thought:
He… he… he let me go?!
I crashed through the sixth-floor window and rolled into the hallway with a heavy thud.
But my mind was still stuck on that earlier thought, still dazed.
It wasn't until the snarls of several nearby walkers yanked my thoughts back to the present that my soul finally returned to my body.
I scrambled up from the floor in a panic.
The dagger I'd been holding had flown off somewhere during that insane midair stunt.
Now, unarmed, and with several walkers in front of me—this was not going to be easy.
I didn't have the luxury to think about anything else right now.
I shook my chaotic, scrambled head hard and forced all my focus onto the few walkers in front of me.
After quickly scanning them over, I gritted my teeth—I didn't want to get pushed back toward that window again.
So I clenched my jaw and charged at them barehanded.
I swear to god, for the rest of my life, I never want to go near another window again!
I aimed a kick at the lead walker, hoping to knock it down, but after everything that had just happened, my legs were still a bit weak from the adrenaline.
My foot connected, but the walker only stumbled a step—meanwhile, I almost collapsed to the ground myself.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath, quickly regaining my balance.
With no other choice, I was forced to retreat back toward the window.
The few walkers were closing in aggressively, and in that moment, a chilling flashback hit me—the image of being trapped at the window earlier by a swarm of walkers.
My heart clenched tight.
I gritted my teeth again and glared at the scattered group of walkers ahead of me, mentally screaming at myself: If I didn't die in the jaws of a whole damn horde, and now I get taken out by a few weak, slow stragglers—how pathetic would that be?
Get in there! Smash their damn skulls somehow!
Maybe that harsh self-talk actually worked.
I took a deep breath, glanced quickly over the walkers again, and felt a sudden surge of strength return to my limbs.
I clenched my teeth again and charged them.
At this rate, if things kept going like this, I was probably going to end up grinding my molars into dust.
I rushed forward and launched another kick—this time it landed hard on the same walker as before, and it finally worked.
The thing went down in one hit, collapsing to the ground.
But I didn't have a weapon, which meant I couldn't let them get close.
For the others that lunged at me, I had no choice but to keep kicking them away.
But this wasn't a sustainable tactic.
Kicking them down wasn't killing them—they just kept crawling back up.
And they never got tired.
If this kept up, it would turn into a war of attrition.
I'd eventually collapse from exhaustion, while they'd still be standing like nothing happened.
What's more, although the bulk of the walker horde had rushed up to the eighth floor, there was no telling if a group or two might come back down.
If they noticed the commotion here and stormed in, well… then I'd be completely screwed.
Just as I was about to lift my leg to kick down a limping, crooked-mouthed walker, a sudden noise behind me made me whip around in alarm.
In the exact moment I turned, I saw Suo Tian landing steadily on the ground, knees slightly bent.
I was so overjoyed I could hardly believe it.
I had thought he tossed me into the sixth floor so he could stay up there and deal with the walkers himself.
From where he had been, his angle to this window was way off—I didn't think there was any way he could jump directly in.
Suo Tian gave me a quick glance, scanning me from head to toe to make sure I was okay.
Then he straightened up, and in the blink of an eye, a short, sleek silver dagger appeared in his hand.
I hurriedly backed up a few steps and moved behind him.
Suo Tian looked over the crooked, off-balance walkers I had just kicked aside, gripped his dagger tightly, and charged forward.
He had always been the dependable type.
Watching him take down those walkers, I couldn't help but want to smack my lips in awe.
That silver dagger looked delicate, but it was clearly far sharper than the ones we usually used.
I didn't know if it was because Suo Tian was stronger or what, but it looked like that blade slid into the walkers' skulls as easily as if it were cutting into tofu.
I'd always thought the walkers' skulls, maybe due to the virus or something else, were like thin-skinned watermelons—easy enough to pierce with some force.
But under that silver dagger, they didn't even seem like watermelons anymore—more like silken tofu.
The walkers were quickly taken care of.
Without wasting another second, Suo Tian and I stepped lightly around the bodies and moved swiftly toward the stairwell door.
He gave me a palm-down gesture—signaling me to keep quiet—then slowly pushed the door open just a crack.
I followed behind him and peeked out through the gap in the door.
Outside, only a few scattered walkers were clumsily making their way upstairs, drawn by the loud commotion coming from the eighth floor.
The hallway buzzed with a dull, echoing noise.
Walkers kept passing right by the door, but none of them seemed to notice Suo Tian and me hiding there.
Suo Tian observed for a moment, then glanced sideways at me and made a hand gesture, signaling me to follow.
After that, he suddenly pushed the door open wider and darted out.
I didn't hesitate for a second—I followed right after him.
This hellhole was packed with walkers; it was basically a death trap.
As Suo Tian and I sprinted down the stairs, we kept running into scattered walkers slowly making their way up.
We avoided most of them as best we could.
For the ones we couldn't get around, we just went straight in and kicked them down the stairs without wasting time.
Hearing the deafening roar of walkers coming from the upper floors, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly in hindsight.
What a bunch of brainless idiots—so what if there are a lot of you?
Right now you're still stuck upstairs, howling like fools.
Go chew on each other for all I care!
Suo Tian moved incredibly fast, and I could barely keep up the whole way down.
Luckily, he took out a few of the walkers ahead of us, and the ones he bypassed weren't too many.
The staircase wasn't exactly wide, but it wasn't too narrow either—as long as we were careful, we could slip past without trouble.
By the time we reached the lobby again, I felt like I'd returned to the land of the living.
There were quite a few walkers still wandering around the lobby, but Suo Tian drew his blade and grabbed my hand, pulling me as we rushed toward the exit at full speed.
There were a lot of walkers in the lobby, sure—but the space was large enough that we could maneuver.
We broke through them without much effort and dashed outside.
Actually, once you overcome your fear of walkers, a single one really doesn't pose much of a threat.
Humanity's greatest strength is our brain—and theirs is basically useless now.
They're not hard to deal with at all.
The real problem lies in their numbers.
Especially in situations like the one we just faced—when they swarm together and trap you with nowhere to run.
No matter how good you are, two fists can't beat a dozen hands.
Once you're surrounded with no way out, you're basically just waiting to die.
On the other hand, when there are a lot of them but the space is big enough, they tend to spread out.
In that case, the danger level drops significantly.
Their speed isn't anything impressive either—as long as you stay alert and aware of your surroundings, it's actually pretty easy to avoid them.
When we finally ran out of Building Two, I saw that what was once a peaceful courtyard was now crawling with walkers.
I figured they must've been part of that huge wave that poured out of Building One earlier—some of them must've dispersed outside.
But then I remembered the walkers we'd seen inside Building Two, and a chill ran down my spine.
Could it be… that the other floors had walkers too?
This place used to be packed with people—how could anyone have allowed walkers to hide in here for so long?
And walkers always make noise.
The fact that we only just now discovered them could only mean one thing:
Someone hid them on purpose.
In that moment, a wave of cold dread swept down my spine.
These people… they've been keeping large numbers of walkers inside this shelter?
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