Chapter 81: The Battle at Z Hospital 3

“What’s wrong, Old He?” Wang Zhi asked urgently.

“The zombies around are all gathering toward this side!” Old He said in a panic as he stood by the window.

Everyone rushed to the window. On the streets visible around the hospital, zombies were continuously gathering towards the building. The endless swarm made it impossible for Wang Zhi to estimate how many zombies were there. It was clear that the zombies were all drawn by the loud roar they had just heard.

Wang Zhi’s mind raced as he thought about how to evacuate. The zombies on the first floor had already started to come up, and outside, there were more zombies than they could handle.

“Fatty! Take Zhang and climb to the roof! The rest of you follow me to find the medicine!” Wang Zhi ordered.

He planned to send Fatty and the injured Zhang to a safe place first while the others tried to find the necessary medication, hoping they still had some time before the zombies reached them.

After saying this, Wang Zhi ran up to the tenth floor, and Su Mu Ying found a room called “Clinical Virus Research Lab” at the end of the corridor.

Su Mu Ying kicked the door open, and Wang Zhi followed her in as they searched the room for the medication.

Wang Zhi could already feel the tremors of the building.

“I found it!” Su Mu Ying exclaimed.

Just as Wang Zhi was about to give up on finding the medicine and consider retreating, Su Mu Ying discovered some vials of streptomycin in a nearby cabinet. Without hesitation, she grabbed all the bottles and stuffed them into her backpack.

As soon as they retrieved the medicine and stepped out of the lab, countless zombies appeared at the end of the corridor, blocking the way to the stairs.

The zombies in front reached the corpse of a mutated zombie and greedily began to tear at it, quickly surrounding the body. The zombies behind, unable to feed on the mutated zombie, turned and started chasing Wang Zhi and his group.

Wang Zhi immediately ducked into a nearby office, slammed the door shut, and pushed a table against it to block the zombies.

“Fatty! Have you made it to the roof yet? Fatty?” Wang Zhi called over the radio.

The four of them pushed the table with all their strength to prevent the zombies from breaking the door open.

“We’ve made it! Where are you?” Fatty’s anxious voice came through the radio.

“Head to the easternmost part of the roof! I’ll throw up a grappling hook for you, we’re stuck inside!” Wang Zhi shouted.

“Got it, I’m on my way!” Fatty replied, running.

“Liu Li, go out the window and throw the grappling hook up,” Wang Zhi instructed.

The zombies outside continued to slam against the door. Wang Zhi and the others pushed the table with all their might.

A short time later, Fatty’s voice came through the radio again. “Wang, the grappling hook is in place!”

“Mu Ying, you go first! Once you’re up, drop a rope down. Old He and I will follow,” Wang Zhi said.

Without hesitation, Su Mu Ying let go of the table, stepped outside the window, grabbed the rope, and began climbing. After a bit of effort, she reached the roof.

Wang Zhi and Old He continued holding off the zombies until the next rope was lowered. They exchanged glances and nodded. Both of them released the table, and without its obstruction, the door was immediately broken open by the zombies, who surged toward the two men by the window.

Wang Zhi quickly grabbed the rope and began climbing. Looking down at the mass of zombies below, he felt a cold sweat down his back. Thankfully, he had made sure Fatty went up first.

When everyone reached the roof, Wang Zhi arrived at the ladder hole where Fatty had climbed. Z Hospital didn’t have a rooftop, so they had to climb ladders to reach the top. Seeing the zombies below trying to climb up the ladder, Wang Zhi immediately drew his handgun to prevent them from advancing.

They shot downwards repeatedly as the zombies continued to gather.

“It’s over! We’re going to die here! It’s my fault, I should’ve listened to Team Wang. If I had, Little Zhang wouldn’t have lost an arm,” Fatty said with a choked voice.

“Fatty, stop crying! We’re not dead yet!” Old He frowned, looking at the sobbing Fatty.

“How can you say that? Are we just going to wait for death? What, do you expect us to fly away?” Fatty sobbed.

Old He said nothing in reply. Since it was his choice, he could only silently bear the consequences.

After using up his last backup magazine, Wang Zhi retreated to a corner, quickly grabbing the remaining bullets from his backpack and reloading. Looking down at the zombies still gathering on the streets below, he knew that unless they could somehow fly out, they had no chance of survival—whether they stayed on the rooftop or jumped off, there was no way out.

Wang Zhi touched the pendant that Jie Xi had given him. He didn’t know if she would make it in time to help, or if they would be able to hold on until she arrived. But now, he had no way out, and no matter what, he had to try.

With that thought, Wang Zhi yanked the pendant from his neck and threw it to the ground. Bang! Wang Zhi fired his handgun, shattering the pendant into pieces.

“Wang Zhi! What are you doing? Reload and get over here!” Su Mu Ying shouted.

“I’m coming! Everyone, hold on, I’ve called for backup!” Wang Zhi replied.

“Backup? Where’s the backup?” Fatty’s voice lit up with hope.

“Hold on, I’ll explain later. I’ve sent a distress signal to Jie Xi, she should be coming,” Wang Zhi explained.

“Die, you bastards!” Fatty shouted, after hearing that Wang Zhi had sent out a rescue signal. With renewed hope, he fired his submachine gun downwards at the zombies.

After a few rounds of firing, the bodies piled up beneath the hole. Apart from Zhang and Liu Li, everyone else was running low on ammunition. Old He ran to the side, grabbed Zhang’s Leixing Kepton, and resumed shooting at the zombies climbing up. Liu Li handed her handgun to Su Mu Ying, and the others continued to reload the spare magazines.

Seven minutes had passed since Wang Zhi sent the signal, and they were down to just over 100 rounds of ammunition between the two of them.

Looking down, Wang Zhi could see that the speed the zombies were advancing at meant that in less than a minute, their bodies would pile up to the hole, and they wouldn’t even need to climb—just walk right up.

Just as Wang Zhi was about to lose hope while reloading the last few rounds, a shadow appeared in the sky from afar. Wang Zhi grabbed the binoculars immediately, and through his view, he saw a helicopter!

“We can really fly out now!” Wang Zhi shouted with joy. He put down the binoculars and quickly took out a flare gun from his backpack, shooting it into the sky.