Chapter 76: Rooftop

　　This room seems to be a single-person office, perhaps belonging to a leader.

　　But it didn't matter now, Carl didn't look at it too much.

　　He took two steps to the desk and opened the drawer. There was nothing useful except some sundries. Carl only took out a silk handkerchief.

　　Carl picked up the handkerchief, walked behind the door, pulled out the snake of the end of the world, and without hesitation, he cut his palm and blood immediately flowed out.

　　Wrap the wound with a handkerchief, or to be more precise, use the handkerchief to absorb the blood. When it was almost done, the handkerchief was mostly soaked and no blood flowed out of the wound.

　　He cut off a piece of his sweater, wrapped it around his hand, threw the handkerchief on the ground, sticking it to the ground, with a little bit of it peeking out from the crack in the door. Then Carl left the room and closed the door heavily.

　　"Sean, let's go." Carl called out and continued running towards the other end of the corridor.

　　"Karl, what have you prepared?"

　　"Nothing, hurry up, the sound of the door closing just now will attract zombies."

　　Carl ran quickly. Even though his legs felt heavy, he couldn't stop at this moment.

　　"Well..."

　　Suddenly a zombie walked out of a room beside the corridor. Carl instinctively raised his gun, but he was exhausted.

　　Carl raised his gun so slowly that his hand was shaking.

　　"Bang!"

　　The zombie fell down. It was Sean. Sean fired a shot.

　　This also means that their position is exposed again.

　　In the corridor ahead, there were already faint sounds of chaotic footsteps and the roars of zombies.

　　But they couldn't look back at this time, absolutely not. If zombies appeared in the corridor behind them, the two of them would have no choice but to wait for death in the corridor.

　　"Sean, rush over."

　　The corridor is not far away, only about ten meters, and the zombies have not shown their heads yet, so there is a good chance that we can rush over directly.

　　Carl ran in front, and Sean held his gun and ran to provide cover.

　　When Carl ran to the corner of the stairs, he tilted the flashlight toward the stairs below.

　　In the beam of light, there were densely packed zombies, and more zombies continued to pour in until the corner of the stairwell.

　　"Sean, quick!"

　　Carl didn't care about anything else and rushed directly up the stairs. When Sean, who was behind Carl, just passed the stairs, the zombies had already come up.

　　Sean kicked a zombie over and then hit another zombie with a flashlight, but Sean's hand was grabbed by a zombie.

　　The zombies behind him went up the stairs one after another, and Sean tried hard to show off his hand.

　　Carl was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the zombies were about to overwhelm Sean, Carl quickly raised his gun and shot. His trembling hands became particularly steady at this moment.

　　The trigger finger has never been smoother.

　　"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

　　The zombies fell one by one, and their powerless bodies fell towards the group of zombies behind them, slightly blocking the steps of the zombies behind them.

　　The zombie that caught Sean also died. Sean pulled his hand out, and a zombie's arm grabbed Sean. Sean threw the flashlight in his hand away and ran away quickly.

　　Carl kept covering Sean on the stairs. He didn't stop shooting until Sean climbed up the stairs. Then he quickly ran upstairs.

　　"Sean, go up to the seventh floor and walk through the corridor again."

　　Carl went up to the seventh floor first and walked straight into the corridor, pushing each door he passed.

　　Finally, a door was open. This time, Carl did not go in to check if there were any zombies inside. He simply took off the blood-stained sweater in his hand and threw it by the door, then closed the door heavily.

　　After the high-intensity shooting just now, Carl's wound opened up again. There was a lot of blood on this sweater, which should be able to attract the zombies' attention a little.

　　Carl doesn't know whether the zombies' sense of smell has evolved, but from what is shown in the show, they are particularly sensitive to blood.

　　"Carl, what did you throw?"

　　Sean asked as he ran. Behind him, there were already zombies coming up the stairs on the seventh floor.

　　"It's not important, hurry up!"

　　There was no time to explain anything now. Carl threw his flashlight to Sean, held the Glock with both hands, and ran quickly into the corridor.

　　There were no zombies at the staircase on the left side of the seventh floor. Carl breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at Sean, and saw that Sean was right behind him, so he continued to run upwards.

　　Running up to the eighth floor, there was an iron gate on the rooftop. Looking at the iron gate, Carl was very nervous, feeling both happy and worried.

　　The iron door can block the zombies, but if it is closed, it cannot be opened in a short period of time, and then you can only wait for death.

　　Karl did not hesitate, walked forward and pushed the iron door.

　　opened!

　　It seemed that the goddess of luck had finally favored him once. Carl hurriedly walked into the rooftop and stood beside the iron gate, "Sean, hurry up!"

　　"coming!"

　　Sean rushed out from the stairs and ran towards the rooftop without stopping.

　　"Bang!"

　　Carl slammed the iron door shut, fastened the bolt, and breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling safe for the time being.

　　Sean also leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. At this time, the zombies in the corridor rushed out and swarmed behind the iron gate. Several zombies put their mobile phones into the iron gate and waved them wildly.

　　Carl ignored them, took a few steps back, sat down on the ground, and gasped.

　　"Uh uh…"

　　Suddenly, a zombie roared behind him. Carl was startled and quickly raised the Glock, but Sean had already fired a shot faster.

　　"Bang! Bang!"

　　Two shots, two zombies fell to the ground.

　　Now that it was resolved, Karl did not stand up, he was too tired.

　　"Sean, do you still have strength? Check if there are any zombies on the rooftop?"

　　"There shouldn't be any more." Sean looked around.

　　The rooftop is very spacious, and apart from the small room at the iron door of the corridor and a water tower, there is nothing that could block the view.

　　After taking a breath, Carl stood up and sat down with Sean to rest behind the iron gate, out of the sight of the zombies blocking the iron gate.

　　Now that he was completely relaxed, Carl felt the various warnings his body was sending out.

　　Weak and sore legs, pain in the wound on my left hand, dry lips, and a dizzy head.

　　A child's body has already reached its limit of being able to sustain such a high-intensity, highly stressful state for so long.

　　"Carl, how are you?" Sean asked worriedly.

　　Although Sean was also very tired compared to Carl, his physical fitness was much stronger. After a short rest, he felt much better.

　　"It's okay, I'm just too tired. I need to take some time to relax." Carl shook his head reluctantly.

　　Sean nodded worriedly, said nothing more, and touched his pocket.

　　The cigarette was still there, and Sean couldn't help but smile. He took it out. Although it was a little wrinkled, it was good to have it now.

　　Light it up and take a slow puff.

　　"It's so fucking exciting!"

　　Perhaps it was because he had survived a disaster, Sean smiled.

　　Carl smiled weakly, "Sean, after you finish smoking, go put the bodies of the two zombies behind the iron gate. I really don't have the strength anymore."

　　"certainly."

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