Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 1063 - 693: The Old Lord Bears His Sword to Save the World

But just as he was about to stab, the Zombie beside him that was gnawing on a corpse lifted its head and prepared to charge at Yao Zuo.

Yao Zuo, seeing this, tried to pull out the spear. Though he had a gun, damn it, he was out of bullets.

They were only given so many bullets for this outing, all used up days ago.

Moreover, he knew the Western Alliance was also running low on bullets; they couldn't spare much for them.

The Zombie dropped the arm of its kin it was holding, finding Yao Zuo, who was less than a meter away, more appetizing.

It opened its gaping, bloody mouth, ready to bite.

"Damn, damn, damn!" Yao Zuo tried hard to pull out the spear, but it was stuck fast.

Situations like this occasionally happened when killing zombies; the spear could get caught in the Zombie's skull.

In this dire moment,

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

It was Gan Hu, firing a shot at the Zombie.

Yao Zuo watched the Zombie fall and looked at him gratefully.

Not many zombies had rushed in, probably just a few dozen from the floors below.

There were only about a few dozen.

These people had survived in Doomsday for so long, and although they lacked the protection of walls, through strenuous battles, they managed to eliminate these zombies.

However, they paid the price of four lives.

Looking at the bodies on the ground, Yao Zuo sat down, gasping for air.

Survived the ordeal.

Gan Hu rested for two seconds, then looked at Yao Zuo.

Seeing Gan Hu's gaze, Yao Zuo said with a wry smile, "Brother Hu, there's no choice now. We can only charge straight down."

Gan Hu also knew that Yao Zuo was right.

So he said to the crowd, "Everyone, get ready. Charge down together. If you reach the bottom, gather there. If you're unlucky and fall behind, there's nothing we can do.

Life and death are governed by fate. In five minutes, everyone charges down."

The atmosphere suddenly turned somber and tense.

No one wanted to be the last person.

Zombies on the floors below were likely already here.

But damn it, this was dozens of floors, and they had to sprint down.

Those in front could make noise by running, and if they were lucky, they wouldn't encounter a single Zombie, but those behind might be running only to face the zombies drawn out by the sound of footsteps.

Everyone began moving to the doorway, hoping to be closer to the front.

28 floors, how fast to get down one floor.

5 seconds? 6 seconds? 7 seconds? 8 seconds?

Nobody knew.

"Who wants to be the first to charge down?" Gan Hu looked around and asked.

Everyone looked at each other, hesitating a bit.

After all, the dead young man earlier was a vivid example.

Standing at the back, unable to squeeze to the front, a thin man with a burn scar on his face was the first to raise his hand and said, "I'll go."

Gan Hu was pleased that someone volunteered in less than three seconds, so he said, "Alright, you lead the way."

The skinny man tightened the thick burlap wrapped around his arm, which was used to fend off zombies in close quarters.

He carried a bag, pulling the straps as tight as possible to protect his back.

He crouched down to tie his shoelaces.

The laces were filthy, full of dust and mud.

There was even a hole on the side, exposing black-yellow socks inside.

The skinny man knew the young man who went down earlier died because he was too slow. By the time they got down, the zombies had come out of the rooms.

Originally, he couldn't compete with others and ended up at the back.

Now, Gan Hu's plan was to charge down at the fastest speed and reach the bottom before the zombies reacted.

Of course, if there were zombies in the stairwell, the first ones down would face them directly.

But comparatively, being last was the most dangerous.

Gan Hu, watching him tie his shoelaces, said impatiently, "Hurry!"

The skinny man held the flashlight given by Gan Hu in one hand, and a 40-centimeter sharpened steel rod in the other.

The end of the rod was tightly bound to his palm to prevent losing the weapon.

The skinny man stood in the middle, and the crowd parted to make way for him, some regretting hesitating earlier, now realizing the logic.

Charging downstairs was a gamble; the first person faced the most risk but also had the highest chance to survive if there were no zombies below.

The skinny man looked at the others, much stronger than him, who had pushed him back earlier but now made way voluntarily.

A sense of satisfaction unwittingly filled his heart.

The skinny man walked to the front, followed closely by Yao Zuo and Gan Hu.

The rest lined up, though two were arguing. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

No one paid them any mind.

"Go!" Gan Hu shouted at the still unmoving skinny man.

The skinny man shone the flashlight down below, seeing no shadows or sound of zombies.

At least judging by visibility, there were no zombies on the next four or five floors.

Feeling slightly assured, he dashed down quickly.

Whoosh—

Like a horse freed of reins, he sprinted rapidly downward.

Though thin and not strong,

he was light, and his running speed was exceedingly fast.

In barely two seconds, he had descended half a floor.