March 20th, 8:51 AM — Longwan Mall, West Wing – Rear Service Passage
Mu Qinglan POV
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We heard them before I saw anything, not footsteps, howls or screams...
Gunfire.
Sharp cracks and controlled bursts. Although I didn't use guns often, the one John gave us all had a distinct sound and rhythm I recognised too well — even if my chest tightened each time the echo reached us.
It was coming from below, but we couldn't rush to them now.
"Is that… them?" Deng Hua's voice was low. Uncertain. His hands kept fidgeting with the fletching on his arrows. He wasn't trying to be useful. He was just nervous.
"They're fighting again," Zhou Xue muttered.
Of course they were.
I hadn't heard John's voice yet, but the sound of that many bullets? It was clear the enemy wasn't just a few zombies and could be called a horde.
He was down there, and probably bleeding.
