Not far ahead, a rusty blue iron door appeared before Ling Mo's eyes. The door was closed, secured with a big lock. In front of the door lay a "Under Construction" warning sign, splattered with dark brown bloodstains.
He paused in front of the door and turned his head to ask, "Did you seal this off?" As he spoke, Ling Mo pointed at the gap beneath the door, "It's full of bloodstains and some fragments of clothing here... So even if someone managed to escape, it's unlikely they would have the time to turn back and lock the door, unless they were stronger than a zombie." He then gestured with his eyes to a spot near the lock where five or six bloody handprints were clearly visible at the junction of the two doors.
Even though they had turned the color of rust by now, they still conjured images of terrifying scenes that once happened here. Like several blood-soaked hands reaching out from the gap as the survivors watched in despair, clutching the door panel...
