The air conditioner in the office building was dripping, and I thought it was a burst pipe.
Until the delivery boy gnawed on the neck of the white-collar worker outside the glass door.
I fled back to the apartment frantically, and the engineer next door sent me a blueprint using a drone: "Want to survive? Transform it like this!"
We sealed off corridors, hoarded supplies, and turned apartments into islands of steel.
When the thug leader chopped down the security door with an axe, the female lead in the medical department calmly bandaged my wounds: "What are you afraid of?" Her fingertips scratched my bleeding arm: "With me here, it will be difficult for you to die."
