The corridor on the top floor served as the boundary. On one side of the corridor, Fabericotte was experiencing the most bizarre and terrifying thing in his life. On the other side, Zhang Heng was undisturbed.
The footsteps outside the door were getting noisier and noisier. At the same time, it was accompanied by hoarse chatter. Zhang Heng had mastered a lot of foreign languages, but he still couldn't understand what they were saying. In fact, their language was just a few strangely pronounced syllables that kept repeating.
However, the noise was getting louder and louder. Someone was slamming the door with a heavy object, and someone was trying to surround Fabericotte from the side door. Zhang Heng could already imagine the expression on the poor foreigner's face at this time.
When Fabericotte heard the front door of Room 428 being slammed, and the sound of a key being inserted into the lock came from the room he was going to. He knew that he was surrounded.
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair. However, his survival instinct made him continue to slam into the side door. Fortunately, this side door was not locked, and it didn't take him much effort to break it open. After that, he bolted the door at the last moment before the main door was opened by the key.
After doing all this, Fabericotte heard a terrifying sound of someone rushing into Room 428. If he had stayed there, he would have been caught. Even so, he did not have much time left. Fabericotte poked his head out of the window and saw the ridge of the roof under the moonlight. The slope there looked a little steep.
But Fabericotte knew that he had no other choice.
He could only muster the courage to jump, but when he leaned half of his body out of the window, he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.
Black shadows suddenly emerged from the abandoned brick buildings below. Fabericotte finally knew why there were so few people in the town.
If the two guys in the restaurant were considered ugly, then these things below were complete monsters. They had grayish-green skin and white bellies, but there was not a single strand of hair on their skin. Instead, they were covered with fish-like scales. What was even more terrifying was their heads, with huge eyes that never closed. The eye sockets were protruding, and the gills on both sides of their necks were bulging and closing.
They fluttered and jumped in the moonlight, waving their webbed limbs as if they were dancing an absurd dance.
Fabericotte was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he almost fell out of the window. Fortunately, just as he was about to let go of his hands, someone grabbed him from behind and dragged him back into the room.
However, Fabericotte was not happy at all. Instead, the fear in his heart rose to its peak.
He turned his head and saw that the person who dragged him back was none other than the male receptionist with a surly expression. The latter was currently sizing him up with a cold and ruthless gaze.
The next moment, Fabericotte heard the sound of a door opening in the distance.
Then, the gunshot of the Winchester rang out. In this gloomy and mysterious atmosphere, the gunshot sounded inexplicably familiar.
It was especially so when it was mixed with the roars and roars. But soon, everything returned to normal.
Fabericotte's heart sank. Just when he thought that the guy at the door was also under the control of the town's residents, the door of the room he was in opened.
Zhang Heng smashed the head of the male receptionist who was trying to rush up to him, silencing him completely. After that, he took half a step forward.
Fabericotte subconsciously stepped back until his back was against the wall.
"There seem to be a lot of them. If you stay here any longer, I won't be able to save you," Zhang Heng said.
Only then did Fabericotte come to his senses. He quickly stood up from the ground and asked in surprise, "You … where did you get your gun?"
"I borrowed it from the grocery store," Zhang Heng said. He then paused and asked, "How about you? Can we move through the window?"
"No, there are monsters down there." Fabericotte regretted not looting the grocery store with Zhang Heng. As he spoke, he moved further away from the window. "What about the street?"
"What do you think?" Zhang Heng asked rhetorically.
Although the townspeople did not knock on his door, Zhang Heng did not continue to lie in bed and let Fabericotte be taken away. Other than the fact that the two of them were the only outsiders in the town, Fabericotte was the only one who could tell him what was happening in the town.
And Zhang Heng was not naive enough to think that the townspeople would never come looking for him.
After all, the old man he met earlier did everything he could to get him to stay in the Gilman Hostel. He even paid a dollar for it. It was impossible that the old man just wanted him to watch the show from a close distance.
"What should we do then?" Fabericotte was dumbfounded.
It was impossible for them to stay here. Although Zhang Heng had a gun in his hand, there were only two of them, and they had to deal with an entire town. Other than the ugly residents, the monsters that usually hid in the houses during the day had all come out now.
"Go south," Zhang Heng said. When he went out, he looked around. Although there were people on the street, there were relatively few of them. There were also many buildings that could cover their tracks.
As he spoke, he returned to the corridor, and Fabericotte followed closely behind him.
The two walked all the way to the end of the corridor. At this time, footsteps could be heard coming from the stairs, indicating that a new wave of people was coming up.
Zhang Heng handed the homemade wall-climbing hook to Fabericotte. "Do you know how to use it?"
"Almost," the latter took the wall-climbing hook and said nervously.
"Go to the roof of the building opposite. I will meet you there." Zhang Heng said as he raised the rifle in his hand and aimed at the stairs. Without wasting any time, he pulled the trigger when the first figure appeared, and the bullet accurately hit the target's head.
A string of blood splattered on the wall.
After that, Zhang Heng skillfully removed the shell, loaded it, and hit the second man in the chest. Not only did he not retreat, but he kept firing as he walked forward. When he was only three steps away from the staircase, he looked down and found that the gunshots and the death of his comrade couldn't stop those guys. More and more black shadows were rushing upstairs. Since the staircase could no longer fit, some of them even jumped from the handrail.
A half-man, half-frogfish jumped over the corpse and pounced on Zhang Heng. However, Zhang Heng did not show any panic in his eyes. It was not until the other party was almost in front of him that he threw the Molotov cocktail that he had just lit.
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