You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 205 Patient

Bang bang bang!

The thudding continued!

It was as if it could smell the humans outside the door.

Or perhaps it heard the faint noises from the people moving in the hallway, and the creature behind the door was frantically banging against the door panel, causing the entire door frame to rattle noisily.

"Captain..."

A Hunter looked towards Liu Bing.

"Shh—"

Instead of signaling them to break through the door, Liu Bing made a quieting gesture and stealthily walked a few steps forward to press his ear against the door panel.

The noises behind the door immediately became extremely clear; it was indeed the sound of a zombie's claws scraping against the door panel.

And there weren't a few of them.

At least four or five.

His mood suddenly eased a great deal.

Looking at the shaking of the door panel, it was likely normal zombies that hadn't undergone mutation, at most, they were just a bit quicker.

But why were these zombies in the storeroom in front of him?

Liu Bing suddenly noticed the bloodstains on the floor again.

They were drag marks.

Could someone have dragged these zombies inside?

But that idea didn't seem realistic; zombies weren't puppets and certainly wouldn't let someone drag them into a room and lock them up.

So it was likely that these zombies had followed a target into this room.

And that target was the owner of the bloodstains on the floor.

Did they volunteer as bait?

Liu Bing was contemplating this when the Hunters behind him suddenly became restless, and the breathing of many became hurried, as if something exceedingly terrifying had happened.@@@@

He was instantly annoyed—what was there to panic about in such a familiar situation?

But when he looked back, his expression froze instantly.

Behind the transparent glass door of the treatment room, countless figures had appeared out of nowhere, their mangled features grotesquely distorted against the press of the glass, a pair of blood-red eyes filled with a hunger for human flesh.

And beneath that transparent glass door were traces nearly identical to those in front of the storeroom door.

Shock filled Liu Bing's heart—there were zombies here too?

His gaze instinctively followed the path of countless footprints down the corridor, every fork leading to rooms on either side, and if one listened closely, one would realize that the whole surrounding was filled with a piercing scraping noise.

It was the sound of mutated zombies' sharp nails scraping against door panels.

This whole corridor had suddenly turned into a chilling prison.

The rooms on either side were the cells.

As for the prisoners—

This was good stuff.

Speaking of which, there seemed to be a pharmacy at the end of the hallway below that probably still had plenty of common anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics. After finishing the search above, they could take the opportunity to scavenge there too.

These medical supplies were precisely the direct reason Zhang Ye had brought so many people here.

The more drugs they could take back, the more merit they would have.

Just as he was thinking about this, suddenly, rapid footsteps came from behind. Turning around, he saw a Hunter poking his head through the doorway calling out,

"Captain!"

"We've found something on our side!"

Liu Bing immediately forgot about the drugs, promptly leading his group to follow the Hunter over there.

"Laboratory?"

He had just stopped when he saw these words hanging above the room in front.

The Hunters inside, seeing him arrive, immediately stepped aside.

Revealing a bed in the middle.

There was someone on it.

However, as it turned its head towards them, the Hunters following Liu Bing felt a chilling tingle creep along their scalps.

The sunken cheeks made the already prominent cheekbones stand out even more.

In the hollowed eye sockets, one side was already empty.

Only one blood-red eye remained.

Filled with longing.

"Uh... ahh..."

The zombie lying on the bed was wrapped in tape around its limbs, flesh and skin flakes peeling off like flaking plaster in the midst of its twisting.

Liu Bing couldn't help but shiver at the sight of the dense array of needle marks on its body.

What on earth was going on?

Administering injections to a zombie?

Meanwhile, hanging on the IV stand next to it was a bottle of medicine, its contents continuously flowing through the tubing into the body of the zombie.

Seeing Liu Bing observing this, someone whispered a reminder, "It's some kind of antibiotic."

Antibiotics?

Liu Bing's first reaction was that it was a waste.

If antibiotics could cure mutations, this damn zombie plague would have ended long ago.

But then he wondered, who was responsible for this?

All the zombies on the lower floor were locked in rooms, yet here in the upstairs laboratory was a zombie that appeared to be undergoing treatment, all of which seemed to suggest a certain fact.

The hospital wasn't as deserted as it seemed.

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