Chapter 80 Eyelids

　　Third floor.

　　At this height, you only need to climb once more to get down.

　　The process from the seventh floor to the third floor was not too difficult.

　　There were indeed a few zombies in some rooms, and Carl didn't hesitate to kill them with a gun.

　　The sound of gunfire can attract zombies, so Carl and Sean don't have to stay too long.

　　In this way, the attraction of gunfire is actually a good thing.

　　"There aren't many zombies left. We can go down directly, kill a few of them, and then run directly to the armored vehicle."

　　Sean had already put on the backpack and tied the rope tightly. There was no need to reel it in now.

　　Carl said, "Yes, as long as we are fast enough, we can get back to the armored vehicle before the zombies react, and then start it, we will be safe."

　　Carl was very excited as he was about to escape. He felt that victory was just around the corner, and that his persistence had finally reached the finish line.

　　It's not much better than actually reaching the end.

　　However, Carl did not let his guard down, and it was hard to say whether there would be any accidents during the last part of the journey.

　　I remember that Sean and Otis encountered the most dangerous situation when they were about to leave school.

　　"Then let's start as soon as possible," Sean said.

　　"Should I go down first?" Carl asked.

　　There are not many zombies, but that is only relative speaking. Carl can't guarantee that he can deal with them before they surround him.

　　"To be honest, I'm not very reassured no matter whether you go down first or last." Sean gave a wry smile.

　　"But a choice must be made." There was nothing bitter about Carl's smile.

　　"Right, so you should go first. You can't climb the rope, and it's dangerous to leave you up there, but I will come down as soon as you go down."

　　"Now that we've decided, let's get started!"

　　"certainly."

　　There are two ropes, each of which is twisted together. One rope is used to tie Carl and pass through his armpit so as not to affect his movements too much.

　　It was still a slipknot, and Carl could untie it as quickly as he could.

　　The other one was held in Sean's hand. Sean's palms were wrapped with circles of cloth strips. He didn't need to tie himself up. Sean could climb the rope.

　　Carl stood on the window, nodded to Sean, and continued to lift Kevin up and slowly let go of the rope.

　　This way, Carl won't have a sudden impact, and the rope won't transmit too much impact to Sean.

　　The flashlight was in Carl's left hand and the Glock in his right.

　　There were zombies below. There were at least dozens of them within the range of Carl's flashlight.

　　This is already only a small portion, and most of them are still separate.

　　After passing the second floor and the ceiling of the first floor, it is already very close to the ground.

　　A distance of two or three meters.

　　There are two zombies right below Carl.

　　Continuing to descend a little further, Carl's feet were almost touching the heads of the two zombies.

　　The zombies had also discovered Carl and grabbed Carl's legs with both arms, trying to pull Carl down.

　　Carl raised the Glock, and the two zombies' mouths were opening and closing excitedly because Carl's shoes were about to reach their mouths.

　　Then Carl pulled the trigger.

　　Carl's current posture is indeed not very good for shooting, but it is too close now, about one meter away. If he can make a mistake, Carl should go back and make the Glock into a salad.

　　"Bang! Bang!"

　　Two gunshots were heard and two zombies fell to the ground. Because they grabbed Carl's legs, they dragged Carl down a long way. Sean narrowly failed to hold them.

　　Now only about one meter from the ground, Carl directly solved the problem.

　　Because the zombies Carl had just seen had been attracted by the gunshots and were all moving towards Carl.

　　Carl landed on the ground and quickly raised his flashlight and Glock and started shooting, just shooting the ones in front of him.

　　Sean felt the rope loosen and heard gunshots one after another, and he knew Carl had gone down.

　　Sean didn't hesitate, he wrapped the rope around his arm, stepped onto the ledge, turned around, and placed the soles of his feet parallel to the wall.

　　His body fell rapidly downwards and he felt a sense of weightlessness, but Sean had already grabbed the rope.

　　Release one end, wrap around the next end of the rope, and lift your feet off the wall.

　　Sean jumped down from the wall, each jump was nearly one meter long, very quickly.

　　Just as Carl finished the first magazine, Sean came down. If it weren't for the backpack, Sean could have been faster.

　　Sean pulled out his Beretta without hesitation and started shooting.

　　"Karl, it's time to go!"

　　"certainly!"

　　Sean determined the direction and ran directly towards that direction, shooting at the zombies in that direction as he ran.

　　Carl followed Sean tacitly, mainly to provide light for Sean, and would also shoot the zombies when he was sure.

　　Carl just looked and saw only dozens of them around, but in just a moment, Carl was sure that there were hundreds of zombies hanging behind him.

　　There were also endless streams of zombies pouring out from all directions, coming from nowhere.

　　Carl was running desperately. Fortunately, his feet were not injured and he was very careful with his steps.

　　With Sean leading the way, Carl had it easy.

　　After unremitting running, the gate finally came into sight.

　　After leaving the shadow of the building, the view became much wider.

　　Praise the moonlight again.

　　Sean fired his last bullet, the last 5mm, and hit a zombie near the gate.

　　Sean put the Beretta back on his waist and pulled out the Desert Eagle, which had not yet been fired.

　　Sean looked back at Carl and encouraged him.

　　"Carl! Hold on! It's almost there."

　　"Don't worry, I won't be a burden to you!"

　　Carl's breathing was already rapid, but he still smiled, raised the Glock, and pulled the trigger.

　　Only four or five meters to Sean's left, a zombie fell down.

　　"Sean, focus, we are not really out of danger yet."

　　"Good job, boy! Good job."

　　Sean withdrew his gaze and continued running and shooting.

　　Carl glanced back.

　　He didn't shine the flashlight backwards, but the bright moonlight was enough for Carl to see clearly.

　　Densely packed, dark and overwhelming,

　　That's the best adjective.

　　Like sardines in the sea.

　　This is the best metaphor.

　　Even the ant metaphor is not perfect, because the sardines have layers, and the zombies behind them.

　　While walking quickly, the head moves up and down, which also creates a sense of layering.

　　Carl didn't see anything except zombies. All he could see behind him were zombies.

　　Whether it is a metaphor or a description, it is just to prove that there are many zombies behind him.

　　But no matter how you compare or describe it, it is not as realistic as what you see with your own eyes.

　　This scene was terrifying, and Carl saw it very clearly. He vaguely remembered that there was a similar scene in the play.

　　But now it seems so lame!

　　Carl was very nervous, but also very excited.

　　Exciting, this word best describes how Carl feels now.

　　How does the saying go?

　　Death is always with me, but I am immune to it.

　　Retract your gaze and run at full speed.

　　As for death, just let it chase you. There is no need to really feel it.

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