Holding the M870 shotgun, leaving the security room, stepping onto the stairs once again, Li Xinlan feels that she has grown a lot braver, estimating that she can now combat a zombie on her own. The canvas bullet bag slung across her body was a bit tight though, strangling her chest uncomfortably.
Qin Yan was not at the rear of the line. Insisting on taking the lead with her MP5 submachine gun in hand, Tang Zheng couldn't dissuade her. He shrugged his shoulders, letting her take the position. Luckily, they didn't encounter a single zombie until they reached the twelfth floor corridor.
Although they didn't encounter any combat, keeping on high alert had put everyone under immense psychological pressure. Sweat was trickling down everyone's forehead, especially Qin Yan, who was panting heavily. Her entire back was soaked in sweat, clearly visible through her tight protective top, and the trace of her bra was discernable.
