Su Qi placed the bloody, cracked fire axe beside him.
He reached out to turn on the tap, and the rushing water washed away the grime.
Actually,
he wasn't very dirty himself, blasting through the hordes of zombies every minute with the small cricket pistol.
Unhindered all the way.
They had now successfully broken through the zombie pursuit and were nearing the safe zone.
At this moment,
in this empty school, by the iron gate impeding further entry, they could finally rest for a bit.
Jiulin was somewhat exhausted—physical strength and energy were limited after all and, despite the burst of power from the energy drink, it was only temporary and short-lived, leaving him aching all over now.
He smiled wryly, collapsing to the ground. "I need a break; I haven't felt this... weak in a long time."
"Really, I kind of miss it," Su Qi muttered to himself.
"I haven't experienced this kind of primal combat in a long while either."
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Jiulin widened his eyes.
