The area inside the room wasn’t large, especially after cramming seven people in there. Fortunately, the ’late autumn tiger’ heat had passed, otherwise, seeking refuge in such a confined space would have felt utterly ’stimulating.’
Even without the baptism of ’hot air,’ the sweat pouring off the survivors’ bodies didn’t lessen at all.
They huddled together, leaning against the wall, motionless, with the curtains drawn by Lin Junfu, making the room appear even more eerie.
Everyone wisely kept silent, fearing that any noise might disturb the creatures outside.
But Fangfang was, after all, a child. Though the hardships of the apocalypse had made him appear quite mature.
This still couldn’t stop the fear from affecting him, especially in such a dim environnt.
So, unsurprisingly, Fangfang spoke up, clutching her already desolate mother, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Mom! I’m scared!"
The voice was short and not loud. It’s very normal for a young child to have such a reaction.
But even so, the adults’ ears still broke out in a cold sweat when they heard her.
Lin Junfu had no choice. For the safety of everyone, he could only forcibly pull Fangfang into his arms and tightly cover the child’s mouth with his hand.
Fangfang instinctively tried to break free, her little hands constantly prying at Old Lin’s hand, her throat moving up and down, continuously making a "woo-woo" sound.
But how could a young child possibly fight against an adult’s brute strength?
And just as the tug-of-war ensued, a head suddenly pressed against the curtain and poked in.
"Crunch! Crunch!" Due to the curtain’s obstruction, the zombies couldn’t see inside the room, but it didn’t stop them from gnawing with their teeth.
Soon, a tooth mark appeared on the white curtain, and the putrid stench wafted in with the light breeze.
You could hardly imagine the oppression the survivors felt at that mont; almost everyone was drenched in cold sweat.
But even so, the survivors still didn’t dare to move recklessly; they curled their bodies as much as possible, pressed their backs against the wall to minimize exposure.
The zombie’s large head kept swaying outside, resembling a radar, for a full half-hour.
Finally, possibly sensing nothing inside, it withdrew its head and directed its attention elsewhere.
Exhaling a long breath, Lin Junfu gently lifted the corner of the curtain, took a look outside, then quickly dropped the curtain back and returned to his place.
"How’s it outside? Did the creature leave?" Hu Xiaodong leaned in and whispered as Old Lin finished his movent.
Lin Junfu didn’t rush to answer. Instead, he gently patted the still frightened Fangfang, speaking softly with a hint of guilt, "Fangfang, did Uncle hurt you just now? I’m really sorry! But you have to understand, the monsters outside are bad news; if you make a sound, they’ll crawl in and eat you and your mom, so we can’t speak like that anymore, understand?"
Fangfang wasn’t dumb. She knew those growling ’monsters’ outside weren’t good, so she obediently nodded, but her eyes still held terror.
Lin Junfu felt a heartache over this. Such a young child, due to this damned apocalypse, enjoys none of the basic right to fun, living in constant fear and anxiety, which really is...
"Sigh!" Exhaling a sigh, Lin Junfu shifted his gaze to Hu Xiaodong beside him before responding to the earlier question, "The creature hasn’t left, it’s still outside. I figure it won’t leave anyti soon."
"I see~" Hu Xiaodong pondered slightly, eyes scanning the room’s layout, finally pointing to a wooden door at the opposite corner, "I think we might as well check outside, we can’t stay holed up here forever!"
Frankly speaking, Hu Xiaodong’s suggestion was extrely risky because no one knew what would happen when that door was opened.
But as Hu Xiaodong ntioned, if they wanted to wait for the creature to leave, it might take ten days to half a month for it to leave the alley.
So, the problem arose: if the creature didn’t leave, the survivors couldn’t move either.
The creatures could survive without eating or drinking, but if Hu Xiaodong and the others from the survivors’ side didn’t eat or drink, they were not far from death.
Balancing the pros and cons, Lin Junfu finally agreed to Hu Xiaodong’s suggestion.
"I’ll scout first. Everyone prepares to move. If sothing unusual happens, we’ll adapt as necessary!"
After speaking, Hu Xiaodong slowly stood up, tightening his grip on the crowbar in his hands.
"I’m going!" Signaling to his companions with his eyes, Hu Xiaodong crouched as he moved.
anwhile, Lin Junfu motioned to Dazhuang, and they each held an edge of the curtain, pinning it firmly to the window sill to avoid exposing Hu Xiaodong’s location due to a breeze.
Reaching the wooden door, Hu Xiaodong examined the lock; it was a downward-press switch, a mode slightly that could reduce the noise when the door opened slightly.
Upon confirming, Hu Xiaodong turned back, signaling to his companions to indicate that he was ready to act.
3, 2, 1, with the drop of the final finger, Hu Xiaodong pressed down decisively on the door handle with his right hand, and soon he heard a "click," and the door lock opened.
Hu Xiaodong quickly ducked into the shadows at the mont of sound.
Thankfully! Although he anticipated the noise from opening the door, it still startled him when it happened.
Sweat dripped down his cheeks as the previously idle curtain suddenly began to stir violently.
With a ghostly face gnawing at the curtain, Wei Dazhuang and Lin Junfu loosened their fingers at a tily mont.
In doing so, they could avoid tearing the curtain by pulling, otherwise, they would have been completely exposed to the creature’s sight.
The stalemate lasted for a full 15 minutes, Hu Xiaodong, squatting on the ground, felt waves of pain from his injured leg. As he was barely holding on, the creature, pondering for a long ti, finally withdrew in vain.
Everyone exhaled a breath of murky air as Hu Xiaodong rubbed his aching injured leg, then rose again, leaning against the door.
It’s life or death now! The door would definitely make a sound when opened, so Hu Xiaodong decided to abandon the slow approach, opting instead for a do-or-die action.
Having made up his mind, Hu Xiaodong imdiately went into action.
Signaling his companions one more ti, he then decisively pulled open the door, and imdiately, the old door hinge inevitably let out a "wailing," and in this otherwise quiet environnt, the "wailing" was no doubt a "deafening" noise.
Disaster! This was the most truthful reaction from each survivor at the mont, and before they could express more lant, the curtain suddenly shook violently, and the zombies went berserk...(To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian (qidian) with your recomndation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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