I panted heavily as I sprinted toward the door. Just as I burst through, it slammed shut behind me, the deafening sound cutting off the relentless moans of the zombies right on my heels. The three men with me had managed to close it just in time.
We all gasped for breath, our chests heaving as we tried to steady ourselves.
"We just need to go up one more floor, and we'll be on the rooftop," the military man said, his voice strained but resolute. "We only have to endure one more floor, and then we'll survive this."
"How much time do we have left, oriental girl?" the tattooed man demanded.
"One hour before 10 P.M.," I panted, struggling to catch my breath.
"Given how things are going so far, I think we'll make it. Our timing will depend on the situation on the next floor," the military man said, his eyes darting nervously as he assessed the group. "Do you all want to take a breather now, or should we press on?"
