Reborn in the end of the world, I scavenged in the empty city and bought for free

On the seventh floor, five or six zombies appeared at some point. Although they did not move very fast, they came out directly from the room, so the nearest security guard was knocked to the ground and bitten before he could even take out his electric baton.

The zombies smelling the blood rushed towards the crowd like crazy, and soon the flesh on the security guard's face was peeled off.

"Damn it, shoot!" one of the security guards shouted.

The other one hesitated and could only keep retreating. After all, these zombies were still living people a few hours ago, not these emotionless and irrational man-eating monsters.

"No, no, captain, I can't shoot, I really can't." Although the younger security guard held a pistol in his hand, his hands were shaking like a sieve. He saw that his colleague who was wailing on the ground had lost his vital signs under the bites of the zombies. He could even see that one of the male zombies tore off one of his colleague's arms. The whole corridor was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Idiot, you will kill all of us!" The team leader raised his gun and shot frantically at the zombies rushing over. However, because the opponent moved very fast and it was difficult to shoot a moving target in the head with one shot, most of the bullets actually hit the zombies' arms or chests.

There were four of them in total. They lost one team member, leaving three. The younger ones could not be relied on at all. The remaining security team leader, who had some combat experience, glanced at the security door diagonally opposite.

Damn it! The security door was right behind the zombies, so if they wanted to leave, they had to go around it.

There are six zombies in total. If the three of them want to deal with them, they have to find a way to aim at their heads.

"Team leader, they are too fast, we can't shoot them in the head!" a team member shouted heartbreakingly.

The legs of the young security guard were shaking as he saw that they were almost at the end of the corridor and there was no way to retreat any further.

Do I really have to explain myself here today?

"Where are the people above? Why haven't they come down yet after hearing the noise? Didn't they say they would provide support immediately if something happened?"

The captain pursed his lips, raised his pistol and fired, while picking up the intercom at his waist and pressing the button: "This is the seventh floor. This is the seventh floor. Zombies have rushed out of the room. We have lost a team member. We need support now. We need support!"

The gunshots continued, and at this time, outside the first-floor door, another team leader of the security team heard a rustling sound through his intercom.

I don’t know if the signal is bad, but there was no sound of talking on the walkie-talkie, and the signal interference sound lasted for a long time.

Just when the captain was about to re-adjust the walkie-talkie, he heard painful groans and biting sounds coming from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Hello, is this the seventh floor? Can you hear me?" The team leader asked quickly after seeing the FM displayed on the intercom.

"Chuck... cluck..."

There was no sound of anyone talking on the intercom. Instead, the strange sound of biting and rolling out from the depths of the throat became more and more obvious, making people feel inexplicably scalp tingling.

A Self-Defense Force member who was standing next to the team leader suddenly snatched the walkie-talkie from his hand and said, "Is anyone there? If anyone is still alive, please answer. Hello, hello?"

Unfortunately, there was no response from the other end, only that strange voice became more and more excited.