Chapter 75 Preparation

　　Carl couldn't feel anything except the sound, and Carl couldn't see what was happening.

　　Until Carl felt a pair of large hands grabbing his shoulders and dragging him out from under the corpse.

　　"Carl, how are you? Were you bitten?"

　　Sean quickly helped Carl to stand up, then half dragged and half supported Carl backwards.

　　Carl shook his head reluctantly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "I'm fine, Sean, let me go."

　　Sean nodded, not because he wanted to let Carl go, but because it would be difficult to shoot if he didn't let go.

　　The Glock was still in Carl's hand, and Carl held the gun tightly. When he was dragged out by Sean just now, the stuck Glock also came out.

　　Carl took a few deep breaths before feeling better. He raised his gun again and continued shooting, but this time he paid more attention to the ground behind him.

　　"Sean, what's the situation over there?"

　　"There are no zombies on the stairs yet, but there are already quite a few zombies gathered downstairs. We can't just take the stairs over there."

　　"Is there any other way to leave?" Carl asked.

　　"I don't know. We have to come up with a solution as soon as possible, because there will be more zombies soon." Sean's expression was also very ugly.

　　Carl frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and put away the Glock. "Sean, let's go upstairs first. Our position is not good. If zombies appear in the corridor, we will be doomed."

　　"But? It's harder to leave if we go upstairs."

　　"Let's talk about it later. I'm afraid the zombies over there will also run up."

　　"Alright! Run!"

　　Sean also stopped shooting, turned around and ran towards the other end of the corridor with Carl.

　　But just as Carl and Sean were approaching the stairs at the end of the corridor, several zombies walked out from the stairs below.

　　"Sean, just charge forward, we can't be surrounded!"

　　"Shit!"

　　"Bang!"

　　Carl didn't slow down at all, raised the Glock, ran quickly and fired a shot.

　　It's off.

　　But Carl is not alone now, there is also Sean, and Sean's shooting skills are much more reliable.

　　"Bang! Bang!..."

　　After continuous shooting, the zombies fell down, but more zombies came up from the stairs below, and the group of zombies behind them were very close.

　　While shooting, Sean rushed towards the stairs, kicked a zombie over and continued shooting. By this time, Carl had already run to the stairs leading upstairs.

　　"Sean, quick!"

　　Sean stopped using his phone, took two steps up the stairs, and the two of them began to run up the stairs desperately, and soon reached the stairwell on the third floor.

　　Carl didn't stop and continued running upwards.

　　"Carl?" Sean hesitated. Climbing the stairs is easy, but it would be difficult to leave later.

　　"Follow me! Let's go up first." Carl didn't explain much.

　　Sean still caught up with Carl, it was impossible for him to be separated from Carl again.

　　After reaching the fourth floor, Carl stopped and took a few deep breaths. But after just a few breaths, Carl said to Sean,

　　"Sean, let's go through the corridor. The zombies should be attracted to this corridor. Let's go see if there are any more zombies over there."

　　"good!"

　　Carl took a few breaths and ran towards the corridor this time. His strength was still too poor and he could hardly hold on any longer.

　　But he had to hold on even if he couldn't. Carl couldn't let himself become a burden to Sean.

　　Carl just kept running, while Sean had to be alert to every room in the corridor while running.

　　It wasn't very smooth passing through the corridor, but I still managed to kill a few zombies during the process.

　　It was solved with a gun, which also meant that Sean and Carl's position was still exposed.

　　But there was no way out. In such a critical situation, Sean no longer had the energy to use the dagger, and he had no idea where the zombies behind him were.

　　Neither of them dared to delay at all.

　　When they arrived at the other end of the corridor on the fourth floor, Sean didn't see any zombies going up and down the stairs. He looked back and found that the beam of light from the flashlight was not enough to penetrate the entire corridor.

　　But at least no zombies were found within the range of the light column.

　　"Maybe we can go downstairs now." Sean was also breathing heavily as he spoke.

　　In addition to running and killing zombies, Sean also had to carry a backpack. How could he not be tired after all this?

　　Carl came to the window at the corner of the stairs and shone his flashlight downwards. The densely packed heads represented zombies. At this moment, Carl's flashlight shone downwards.

　　The densely packed zombies waved their hands wildly like crazy fans seeing their idols.

　　But they were not saying hello, they just wanted to grab pieces of fresh flesh and blood with their hands and stuff them into their mouths.

　　Carl noticed that except for the area illuminated by the light beam, the other zombies seemed to be moving slowly.

　　Carl asked, "Sean, is the door on the first floor broken? Or is there some other way for these zombies to enter."

　　"I don't know. You can't see what's going on on the other side of the door from upstairs, but I think we need to go."

　　At this time, Sean was still in the mood to joke, "They are catching up. Do we have to flip a coin to decide whether to go up or down?"

　　"No need, let's go upstairs, to the top floor!" Carl made a prompt decision, shouted and immediately ran upstairs.

　　If you run slowly, it makes sense to run first.

　　Sean hurriedly followed and went up to the fifth floor. Carl finally changed from running to walking and continued to the sixth floor.

　　It's not that I don't want to run, it's just that I really can't run anymore. But fortunately, the zombie swarm should have been left behind for some distance.

　　As he walked, Carl took out several empty magazines and started loading bullets.

　　Sean was also loading bullets, but his brows were furrowed.

　　"Karl, how are we going to get out if we go to the top floor?"

　　"We can't escape if we don't go. There are too many zombies downstairs. We have to wait for all the zombies to enter the building before finding a chance to escape. Before that, we need to wait in a safe place."

　　"But if you really go to the roof, there's no way back."

　　"Indeed, so we have to make some preparations. Hopefully there's enough time."

　　Finally reaching the sixth floor, Carl did not go to the stairs to the seventh floor, but to the corridor on the sixth floor.

　　"Sean, this building seems to have seven floors?" Carl asked?

　　"That should be it. Then the rooftop is the eighth floor." Sean asked, "What are you going to do now?"

　　Carl did not walk straight in the corridor, but pushed every door. Most of the doors were closed, but finally there was one door that was not closed.

　　Carl pushed it open and also stopped, looking back at Sean, "Do something that can delay the zombies from finding us, and see if there are any zombies in this room."

　　Sean nodded, holding up the flashlight and Beretta and stepped in, while Kevin held the Glock and flashlight and was on guard at the entrance of the corridor, as he didn't know when the zombies would follow.

　　Soon Sean's voice came from inside the house, "Safe, come in."

　　Carl walked into the room, "Sean, I'm afraid you don't have time to rest. Help me keep watch outside while I get something."

　　"certainly."

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