Walking out of the basement, a cacophony of roars exploded in his ears, waves of sound rising under the night sky, as the smooth stone brick floor reflected the moonlight.
It was pitch-black around him, with no familiar fluorescent tubes in sight.
Are they afraid of attracting the zombies?
Su Changxing was on edge. He glanced around and saw no one else. The corridor was piled with a large amount of garbage, and his feet occasionally kicked plastic trash, making a crisp sound.
Evidently, these survivors didn't frequent the first floor, so they hadn't bothered to clean up. Perhaps the first floor was dangerous for them too, with thousands of zombies nearby.
He vaguely remembered that the little boy once entered through the safe passage behind the entire building.
So instead of taking the stairs directly upward, he walked out from the corridor to find the safe passage and go up from there.
