Every world I die young

His tone was short, with a high-pitched tone, and his expression was extremely anxious. The boy was awakened by his voice, and he gritted his teeth and his eyes flickered.

Mo Yinglan strode to the fire equipment cabinet on the corridor, his eyes sank, and he kicked it.

With a bang, the metal cabinet was directly kicked into the den, and several bangs were heard in succession.

Mo Yinglan kicked off the hinge connecting the lock, and then he pulled open the deformed cover, and took out a brand new fire ax that had never been used before.

After fully armed, Mo Yinglan stared at the entrance of the corridor with a tense expression.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Student, protect yourself, I'll go downstairs to rescue him right away."

Under the hesitant gaze of the boy, he walked downstairs like flying. The boy's eyes suddenly became dull, and his ears seemed to be surrounded by the sound of kicking hard sneakers stepping on the floor, or the sound of stepping on his body. heart.

Obviously... that boy is sure to die at first glance, why do you want to save him, it's too late...

On the wall behind him, dark brown blood seemed to be alive, seeping into the boy's body from behind, and then slowly swam around for a circle, as if aiming at prey.

Like insects and ants biting, severe pain spread all over the body in an instant. The boy's eyes went dark, and before he could even utter a scream, he completely lost consciousness. The boy may never have the chance to understand Mo Yinglan's behavior just now. .

After Mo Yinglan walked to the lobby on the first floor, he squeezed the handle of the fire ax in his hand, and fixed his eyes on the light green closed door.

The screams in the ears seemed to be getting closer, and it even made people feel that they were ringing in the ears.

The lights in the hall on the first floor had already been extinguished, and the surrounding area was dark. The ears were filled with screams that sometimes weakened and sometimes became stronger. What could be smelled in the nose was the faint smell of blood. The atmosphere of terror gradually spread.

The broken hair on Mo Yinglan's forehead was wet with cold sweat, sticking close to his eyelashes, he moved his eyes uncomfortably, he almost held his breath, sweat dripped down his cheeks.

Mo Yinglan's eyes kept flickering, and a scream suddenly filled her ears. Mo Yinglan gritted her teeth and pushed open the closed door.

squeak-

Mo Yinglan's body was a little stiff, as if she had never thought that the sound of the building door would be so loud, and all the zombies turned their heads stiffly.

Mo Yinglan swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He was holding a heavy fire ax in his hand, as if even his heart was pressed there. He stood firmly on the ground, his gaze extremely firm.

From Song Changyi's point of view, the young man who looked high-spirited cleverly hid in the dormitory building. The door was ajar, and he could only get stuck in a maximum of two stiff-bodied zombies at a time.

When the zombies rushed over at the beginning, his movements were also very stiff, and he was almost bitten by a zombie on the arm. Then he calmed down and swung the fire ax in his hand. The heavy ax penetrated from the neck of the zombie into its chest cavity. , stuck between the ribs.

After pulling it out without moving, Mo Yinglan immediately let go, rolled a few times on the spot to avoid the claws of another zombie, and when that zombie fell to the ground clumsily, she quickly got up from the ground and squeezed it tightly. Bloody fire ax handle.

The veins in his hands were bulging, he stepped on the zombie's head with one foot, and pulled out the fire ax with all his strength, but he didn't even have time to turn his head, and a fishy roar sounded from behind his head .