Chapter 361 When the Door Opens
Blood was everywhere–on the floor, the walls, the table, even the bed.
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The sterile white of the room was drowned in crimson. But weirdly enough, there wasn’t a single zombie in sight.
Theresa’s gaze settled on a cab in the corner.
Shing<i>! </i>
Without hesitation, she drew the de from her back and hurled it toward the cab.
At that exact moment, the cab door burst open from the inside–a blood–soaked zombie lunged out, its body torn to shreds.
Deep w marks covered it from head to toe, as if it had ripped itself apart. Its mouth gaped open, dripping with blood, as itunched straight at her.
Thud!
<i>The </i>dended squarely in its throat, jamming through its gaping jaws.
It didn’t even get to finish its roar before copsing in a heap.
The others turned to Theresa.
“Let’s move. It’s clear.”
At her word, the group, now with a renewed sense of ease, pressed on without hesitation.
If she said it was clear, it was true–she had never let them down.
They continued through the hall, opening doors one by one.
The third room held two zombies.
The fourth had five.
The fifth was empty.
The sixth had three.
Then came the seventh.
What greeted them were two people.
<i>Ding</i><i>! </i>
“S–Rank Authorization. ess Granted.”
The door slid open.
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Inside, a man and a woman were tangled together on the bed–caught in the middle of something very private.
Their eyes met with the group’s.
Startled silence filled the hallway.
“Ah!” the woman yelped and dove under the nket.
The man snatched a corner of it, ring at the intruders.
“Who the hell are you?! I’m Lional Yates, second–floor administrator! Who gave you clearance to enter? Get out! All of you!”
Theresa stared at the man, utterly unfazed. “Are you seriously out of your mind? Your entire camp is about to be overrun by zombies.”
“What on earth?” Lional blinked. His face was nk.
He genuinely had no idea.
While the entire camp gathered for the Thanksgiving Festival’s event, he’d stayed behind for a secret rendezvous.
To ensure privacy, he’d ordered his subordinates not to disturb him, so no one did so. ?
He and hispanion spent the entire day in that room, eating, sleeping, and enjoying themselves—pletely unaware of the chaos erupting outside. And just as he was about to continue enjoying himself, the door opened.
That was why he was genuinely confused.
“You can keep going. We won’t interrupt you.” Theresa shrugged, already turning away. She and her team moved on.
Lional stared after them, speechless.
How was he supposed to keep going after what she just said?
He watched in disbelief as they approached the next sealed room and entered a code.
Ding!
“S–Rank Authorization. ess Granted.
His eyes narrowed.
What? S–Rank Authorization? He only had A–Rank Authorization.
These people outranked him.
So… <i>the </i><i>camp </i><i>really </i><b><i>has </i></b><i>fallen</i><i>? </i>
Chapter 361 When the Door Opens
“Raaagh!”
The door ahead burst open–zombies poured out in a frenzy.
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Theresa’s team responded in perfect unison. des and spikes shed through the air, bodies moving in
wless formation.
Lying there on the bed, Lional realized with dawning horror that the outbreak was real.
Zombies.
Real zombies<i>. </i>
The virus has breached <i>their </i>camp<i>! </i>
Terror overtook him. He scrambled off the bed, grabbing his clothes. Half–naked, he stumbled behind the others, frantically pulling on his pants as he ducked behind the line of fighters.
By the time he finished dressing, the entire room was littered with corpses that Thersa and her team had wiped out.
Amidst the carnage, Lional trembled in fear.
He rushed up to Theresa. “Please—you have to protect me! I’m an administrator! Get me to safety, and I’ll make sure you all get promoted!”
Theresa rolled her eyes, then casually turned and kicked him.
He flew backward,nding on the ground with a pained grunt. “How dare you kick me?” he shouted from the floor. “Do you even want to keep living in this camp?!”
Harry’s group caught up just in time to witness the scene.
“They’re not from our camp,” someone exined. “They’re from the K1 Camp. They’re here to help us.”
Lional’s face froze.
His eyes shifted rapidly, thoughts racing.
He stared at the group moving confidently ahead and ran after them.
“Wait, wait! I’m sorry–I didn’t know! Let me introduce myself: Lional Yates, second–floor administrator. A pleasure to meet you! Once this is all over, drinks are on me!”
Behind them, the main door of the room creaked open again,
His bedmate, now dressed, peeked outside, apparently curious about the noise.
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