Almost at the same moment, Hu Xiaodong swiftly pressed against the wall and cautiously glanced back at Wu Chao, signaling him to be ready.
Both of them held their weapons across their chests. Hu Xiaodong, holding his breath, listened intently for a while, and after confirming there were no unusual sounds in the corridor, he quickly darted out, grabbed the door handle, and swiftly closed it.
"Click~" With the faint sound of the lock engaging, Hu Xiaodong slumped back against the wall and slid down.
Undoubtedly, the actions Hu Xiaodong just performed were nothing more than a series of simple basic movements, but the pressure embedded within them was unimaginable to ordinary people.
After all, having survived numerous life-and-death trials, the exhausted survivors had no extra energy to run for their lives, and with the hordes of zombies outside the walls, they had been driven into a corner.
Therefore, naturally, the current room had become the survivors' last straw.
