Chapitre 99: The Bald Eagle Agent

From outside the door came a jumble of incomprehensible chatter, and in that moment, Howard felt as if he were in a Japanese drama—without subtitles.

"Who knows what you guys are saying!"

"If you don't open the door, I'm coming in by force!" Howard said, frowning.

More unintelligible chatter followed.

At this time, the survivors outside were also discussing whether to open the door.

When the apocalypse broke out, survivors fled in all directions.

Although the route leading to the playground allowed for an escape from the academic building, the number of zombies on each floor of the building was the same, so the lower one went, the more zombie hordes one would encounter.

And there were also zombies on the playground.

For ordinary people, trying to outrun zombies in an open area was essentially no different from a suicide mission.

No matter how fast you run, you will eventually tire.