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Its one and only tooth had been pitifully knocked out by the iron bars,
Even so, it kept gnawing <b>at </b>the rusty gate with a series of Awn! Anoo! Awon! Itsst few teeth flew out with a pop All that remained were its <b>shriveled </b>gums, scraping uselessly against the rusted iron.
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Another <b>wave </b>of zombies mmed into the gate.
Nathan saw what was happening. “Noah, Alex, stay here and watch the door!”
“Yes”
Two rtively younger middle–aged men stayed behind while the others quickly spread out inside the building.
It was one of those boxy Khrushchyovka apartment buildings from thest century. Each floor had a long hallway connecting the entire building. Staircases <b>stood </b>at both ends, and bathrooms weremunal <b>one </b>on cach side of every floor.
Residents usually brushed their teeth, washed clothes, and used the restroom in those public bathrooms.
Theyout was strange, but fortunately, almost everyone here lived in the building. They knew theyout well and followed closely behind Nathan without missing a beat.
Theresa trailed after them, the eerie old building covered in thick dust and falling debris making everything feel even darker and more terrifying.
When they reached the narrow hallway, light only fell from the far ends of both sides or the asional ? open room.
Items were scattered all over the hallway floor–books, teacups, children’s notebooks, pillows, stic bags… a mess of daily objects mixed with stters of blood. It was clear that when the outbreak hit, people had fled in a panic.
Theresa passed by the bathroom on the first floor.
A heavy, nauseating stench wafted from within. She looked inside and caught sight of something round sitting in the long sink.
The thing had bloated flesh dissolving in murky water, leaving behind only all–like <b>head </b>with <b>dark</b>, hollow eye sockets staring straight at her.
“What’s that?” Quentin’s face twisted in disgust at the horrific sight.
He bent down, grabbed a pen from the floor, and tossed it at the bloated zombie head.
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The pen tip barely touched it before–Pop!
The zombie head exploded.
Theresa quickly yanked her gr
to the side,
Unfortunately, the foul spray hit a poor young guy in his early twenties square in the chest.
<b>Instantly</b><b>, </b><b>he </b>looked like he’d been dragged out of a septic tank.
Theresa was at a loss for <b>words</b>.
Quentin stood frozen, stunned.
The rest of the group stared in horrified silence.
The poor guy blinked as he gagged and nearly threw up. “Urgh-”
The sinell was a hundred times worse than rotting tonsil stones.
“Look what you’ve done. Why’d you poke the dead head?” Theresa red at Quentin..
“My bad. I won’t do it again.” Quentin quickly tried to make peace.
He stepped forward and handed the unlucky guy a clean towel
The young man quietly took the towel with both hands. Not a singleint left his lips.
“We need to hurry,” he said inly.
Th
brief incident had made them fall behind the others.
Nathan and his team had already run into the stairwell
“Alright, let’s <b>move</b>.”
Theresa was starting to get a decent impression of this group. Most of them were honest, hard–working types. Even their small–time leader, Nathan, didn’t seem ambitious or power–hungry.
They all leaned on one another to survive. None of them had outstanding abilities, but their personalities were steady and kind.
Theresa led the <b>group </b>upstairs.
As soon as she stepped into the stairwell, something felt off.
The stairwell was bone–chillingly cold.
With every step, musty air filled with mold rushed up to meet them
The staircase was crumbling. The green paint peeled away like shedding skin, exposing the bare brick beneath inrge kes.
The cement floor beneath their feet was riddled with pits. Old bicycles and baby strollers were dumper,
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haphazardly iners. When she looked up, the undersides of the staircases above were covered in patches of mold–white or greenish ck fungal webs
The narrow iron railings were chipped and pitted, covered with little craters the size of pimples
It looked like a face covered with painful, swollen bumps.
Rot and mildew clung to everything.
Dust nketed the <b>stairs </b>ahead. <b>Faint</b>, mottled footprints marked the path <b>that </b>Nathan and the others had
taken.
“Let’s go, the young man following Theresa urged.
He took the lead and followed the footprints up the stairs.
One floor, . two floors…
The <b>higher </b>they went, the thicker the mold became
By the time they reached the third floor, mold had nearly engulfed the entire underside of the staircase above them.