The zombies, who had just emerged from the corridor door, were still not used to the light and moved somewhat slowly as they filed out.

Before the zombies could fully react, Han Chen's water-based ability user temporarily used a water shield to halt their movements.

"Let's hurry up, I don't know how long my water shield can last, it might break at any time."

Sun Jing, a water-based ability user, was sweating nervously as she urged everyone to cautiously descend the slope.

With Han Chen holding a knife behind them, the group dared not stop and could only move quickly and cautiously along the wall.

Gu Shasha reverted to her human form and walked in first. As they went down the path, the distance between them and the group of zombies gradually decreased.

The horde of zombies trapped in the water shield resembled koi carp in a tourist attraction's pond, each stretching its neck and opening its mouth wide, waiting to be fed. Their gaping maws panted heavily, ready to burst forth and devour the zombies at any moment when the water shield shattered.

Its sharp teeth chattered, waiting for the right moment to bite off their delicate necks and then rip out their soft, warm internal organs for a hearty feast.

"Hehe."

"Awoo awoo".

As Han Chen and his group walked down, their skin was covered in goosebumps from the tension.

Accompanied by the dizzying smell of revenge and the hungry screams of zombies, the group finally made their way around to the storage room at the corner of the stairs, as if walking on thin ice.

The corridor space was limited, so in order to save more space for movement and to manage everyone in a unified manner, Han Chen had previously locked all of everyone's winter clothing and some important supplies in the storage room.

The isolation door through which the zombies rushed out was directly opposite the storage room, so they had no choice but to rush over and move things right under the noses of all the zombies.

Everyone followed Han Chen carefully, brushing past the horde of zombies through the water shield, and circled around to the entrance of the storage room.

Han Chen nervously opened the small door to the storage room, and everyone rushed in, grabbed their things, and ran back upstairs the way they came.

They'd already witnessed the cycle of natural disasters once before. If they left today without taking anything, they'd die anyway. They might as well take as much as they could now—it was their fate!

Chen Zhao originally wanted to escape on his own during the chaos, but after weighing the options, he realized he didn't have the ability to survive independently, so he followed the group down the mountain, looking dejected.

Just as he was about to go around the water shield, he saw a female zombie suddenly emerge from the horde of zombies. Her face was so rotten that only three black holes remained.

The zombie was violently slapping the water shield. Most of its hair had fallen out, leaving only a few strands of withered, yellowish hair sticking stickily to its scalp.

"Hehe!"

The disfigured female zombie's rotten head struggled to stick out, while its two rotting arms, with all their fingernails gone, also emerged from the water shield, viciously lunging at Chen Zhao.

The skin on that face was so badly rotten that it was unrecognizable. The areas where the eyes and mouth were were sunken in, leaving only three dark holes. Only the smooth lines of the cheeks could faintly reveal a hint of delicate beauty.

Her sharp finger bones lashed out at Chen Zhao like steel spikes, but Chen Zhao nimbly dodged them.

In a panic, Chen Zhao staggered toward the crowd and accidentally bumped into Gu Shasha, who was carrying things with her head down.

"Chen Zhao! If you're not going to help, then don't make things worse!" Han Chen, who had already started carrying things uphill, turned around and cursed.

"I didn't mean to! Didn't you see that zombie grab me just now?" Chen Zhao retorted stubbornly.

"Shut up! If you hadn't pushed Xiaomin down, would you have attracted the zombies? Just shut up." A young man named Yang Qinghua, who was following behind, retorted irritably.

Even Gu Shasha, who had always been relatively kind to Chen Zhao, frowned and said, "If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then get out. We don't need you."

Faced with these people's accusations, Chen Zhao's face turned ashen with anger, and he silently clenched his fists.

So what if these people have slightly stronger superpowers than him? What's so great about that? Before the apocalypse, these people wouldn't even be worthy of licking his feet!

It's truly a case of a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs!

Of all the people, only Xiaomin still had a shred of goodwill towards him. Supporting her swollen and injured leg, she quietly called out to Chen Zhao, "Chen Zhao, hurry up and help move these things."

"Don't talk to me! It's so annoying!"

Chen Zhao glanced at Xiao Min's timid and ingratiating face, then angrily ran to the storage room, picked up the things, and headed upstairs.

Lu Sheng and his group, watching from a high vantage point, simply regarded the friction between these people as a sitcom.

Ma Dongmei looked at Xiaomin with a disappointed expression, pointing at her with red eyes as she stumbled and carried things, "It's making my breasts sore just watching her. Can't this girl be a little tougher? She's being yelled at and she's still defending that beast."

“Sigh, this is what happens when you’re blinded by love. You can’t persuade someone who’s in love.” Sun Tiantian shook her head and glanced meaningfully at Lu Sheng.

Fortunately, Lu Sheng suddenly had an epiphany a few days before the apocalypse, otherwise she might already be out there digging for wild vegetables to offer to that bastard Su Zicheng.

Lu Sheng awkwardly touched his nose.

Don't look at me! It wasn't me, I didn't do it, don't talk nonsense!

Zhang Xiaojuan looked at herself with the expression of an old man looking at his phone. "Love others, love yourself first! Why don't these young girls understand that? Nobody likes a sycophant who follows them around all the time with no self-respect!"

The group struggled for ten minutes, but more and more zombies gathered behind the water shield.

The zombies swarmed behind the water shield like sardines in a can, twisting and deforming it.

Just as a man in the crowd was carrying a small hand-cranked generator up the stairs, a tall male zombie finally broke free of the water shield and struggled up the stairs.

His charred, decaying arms hooked onto the man's canvas trousers with one claw, and pulled the man down the stairs.

The twisted, hard fingernails dug open the man's lower back, and with a forceful pull, pulled out a lump of dark red, still trembling flesh as if grasping tofu.

"Ah! Help me!"

The man let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Standing on high up, Zhang Xiaojuan felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively covered her slightly plump lower back. "Holy crap, my kidneys have been pulled out."

The man's scream echoed hollowly in the damp corridor before his body was dragged down by the zombie.

The generator in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, scattering metal pieces and springs everywhere.

As he was being dragged, the man struggled to hold onto the stair steps, his fingernails scraping against the marble floor with a screeching sound.

His fingernail broke off, leaving several lines of bright red blood on the stairs.

"Zhang Rui!"

Han Chen and his group stopped in their tracks when they saw the man being dragged away by the zombies.

But soon, they completely lost the urge to rescue him.

The zombies bursting out of the water shield pounced on Zhang Rui and began to devour him frantically.