"Hu... uh~ Brother Hu... now, now... uh~ can you twist it?"
Dodging the random zombie claw attacks ahead while not daring to relax for a moment, leaning against the barbershop counter, Tang Xiaoquan found even speaking was difficult in such a dire situation.
Hu Xiaodong did not reply, as his entire focus was on removing the nut.
His right hand hammered rapidly, the continuous striking of the hammer against the wrench producing a crisp "clang-clang" sound.
This time he did not fail; supported by the principle of leverage, the nut finally began to turn.
"Hang in there, everyone, Brother Hu is almost done!" Wang Qiang called out, panting heavily. He was the only survivor who had the presence of mind to check Hu Xiaodong's progress on the railing.
A glimmer of hope in despair, Wang Qiang's words were a veritable oasis in the desert, reigniting the nearly extinguished confidence in survival among his companions.
