Crack, crack…
The snow outside the hotel was crushed under deafening footsteps.
The black zombie horde spread endlessly like rising floodwaters.
At an astonishing speed, they surged madly toward the hotel entrance.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
One rotten, twisted face after another pressed tightly against the glass.
Each impact was like a heavy iron hammer falling, pounding hard against everyone’s hearts.
In just three seconds…
Countless infected had already blocked off the outside of the hotel.
Innumerable pitch-black claws tore violently at the walls.
Wave after wave slammed into the fragile glass doors.
They were like piling sand, stacking higher and higher, instantly filling up to the height of a small building.
Countless black shadows blocked out the light, as if night had descended, causing the lobby to dim in an instant.
Everyone watched with their hearts pounding, feeling their scalps go numb.
This terrifying scene was practically like something from that horror movie—World War Z.
Creak, creak…
Under the zombies’ nonstop assault, even though the hotel entrance glass had been reinforced, it finally neared collapse and let out sounds of unbearable strain.
Suddenly…
With a bang…
The entrance finally shattered.
A large group of zombies lost their momentum and, like a spring squeezed to its limit, poured into the lobby all at once.
Yuto leaned behind the white marble railing of the spiral staircase, the muzzle of his AK-105 sinking slightly.
His sights had long since locked onto the skull of the zombie at the very front.
That was the fatal weak point where the brain stem was located.
“Open fire!”
Following his low shout…
Countless gunshots instantly tore through the hotel’s silence.
Bang, bang, bang!!!
Bang, bang, bang!!!
Yukino leaned behind the wall, both hands tightly gripping the MP5 submachine gun.
Following Yuto’s instructions, she fired in short bursts, pausing half a second after every three bullets.
Bang, bang bang!!!
Because Kasumigaoka Utaha did not have much shooting experience…
She could only use the simplest firing pattern.
She kept the MP5’s rate of fire at the critical point, the muzzle always aimed at the zombie horde.
The bullet trajectory linked together the foreheads of entire rows of zombies like a thread.
Her focus was not on achieving great results, only on avoiding mistakes.
She would rather waste a few bullets than let the zombie horde rush into the group.
Hayama Hayato’s expression was heavy as he looked at the zombie horde advancing wave after wave.
His heart kept sinking.
Even though he had made full mental preparations, he had not expected this many zombies to attack.
Even worse…
No one knew how many Special Infected would appear within the zombie horde.
The boy had no other choice but to grit his teeth, shoulder the Winchester M1887 shotgun, and stand at the turn of the stairs.
Every pull of the trigger was accompanied by a thunderous boom.
Within five meters, the buckshot formed a fan of death, blasting the lunging zombies until limbs and flesh flew everywhere.
“Attention, prepare to detonate the mines!”
After a full three minutes of bitter fighting, everyone gritted their teeth and held the lobby with everything they had.
The battle had practically reached a fever pitch.
There was no time to stop at all.
Finally, when everyone’s guns had fallen into a state of insufficient ammunition and needed reloading, Hayato at last roared and pressed the remote control.
Rumble…!!!
The next instant…
The snow outside the hotel entrance suddenly exploded into three violent bursts of fire.
The steel balls from the Claymore mines swept out like a rainstorm.
A large number of nearby zombies were instantly torn into fragments by the terrifying shockwave, turning into a rain of blood.
Black blood spread across the snow like spilled ink.
But very quickly, it was buried again by the fluttering snowflakes.
Black and white blended together, carrying an eerie yet strangely beautiful feeling.
After the brief gap, the zombie horde filled in densely once again, as if it could never be cleared out.
The initial defensive battle could be called perfect.
The lobby’s spiral staircase formed a natural funnel-like terrain.
The zombies could only surge upward in lines.
Everyone’s gunfire was like an iron net woven together, blocking every zombie that tried to break through beneath the stairs.
Metal shell casings gradually piled up on the steps, slowly forming a small mound.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with decay.
Yuto could even clearly hear the crisp crack of bullets piercing zombie skulls.
The “precise target lock” of Master-Level Marksmanship meant he did not need to aim.
His muzzle could always automatically capture the weakest vital point.
By the time the AK-105’s magazine was emptied, at least thirty zombies had fallen under his gun, and not a single one required a follow-up shot.
“How’s the ammo?”
Yuto’s magazine-changing movement was as fast as lightning.
While removing the empty magazine with one hand, the new magazine had already snapped into the weapon.
He raised the gun and fired another three-round burst, headshotting three zombies attempting to climb the stairs from the side.
“My MP5 has two magazines left!” Yukino’s voice carried panting breaths.
She said in a low voice, “But I don’t have many shotgun shells left!”
That type of ammunition was already scarce to begin with.
The others did not have much stock either.
Hayato was just about to reply when his pupils suddenly shrank.
“Careful!
Above!”
A black shadow suddenly swooped down like a ghost from above the chandelier on the hotel’s first floor.
It wore a hood.
Its gray-green skin stretched tightly over streamlined muscles, and its sharp claws gleamed coldly under the lights.
Hunter!
Meeting this thing for the second time, everyone was no longer unfamiliar with it.
In an instant…
All gun muzzles aimed at it at the same time.
But its figure was unbelievably fast.
Relying on its terrifying jumping ability, it forcefully leapt through midair.
Its target was none other than Sawanaga Taisuke, who stood in the middle of the group with his nerves stretched taut.
Sawanaga Taisuke was holding a SCAR-L and sweeping fire at the corpse horde below, completely unaware of the threat above his head.
Only when the sharp sound of claws tearing through the air reached him did he suddenly raise his head.
But all he saw was the Hunter’s sickly, twisted face.
“Not good!”
Taisuke instinctively raised his gun, but the Hunter’s claws viciously knocked the weapon away.
Immediately after, his entire body was pounced down onto the stairs.
“Save—!”
His cry for help stopped abruptly.
The Hunter’s sharp teeth directly bit through his throat.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering across the white marble steps and instantly staining a large area red.
“I…
I…
I don’t want to die…
Save…
me!”
Sawanaga Taisuke’s body convulsed violently.
His hands futilely scratched at the Hunter’s back.
But all he could touch was cold skin and protruding bone joints.
A few seconds later…
His movements stopped completely.
His eyes were wide open, and the ultimate terror still remained in his pupils.
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