A man watched the zombies chasing him from behind, grabbed the iron rod in his hand, and swung it at a zombie's head, but as soon as he hit one, other zombies tackled him to the ground, leaving him no chance to resist.
One survivor hid under the cash register, trembling and clutching his head. The threat of the zombies and the shadow of death thoroughly shattered his mentality. An overwhelming sense of powerlessness swept over him, and unconsciously, his pants were wet with urine, drenching the floor.
Luckily, zombies have a poor sense of smell.
Otherwise, they would definitely smell the odd odor of urine.
He prayed, "Please don't find me, please really don't find me," as he covered his ears to block out the screams around him.
Elevator.
