Chapter 1789: 432: Full of regret, Miss Song is the hope!

Viola Thompson walked into the building with the shooters.

The situation inside was even more dreadful than imagined.

Screams and cries merged into a cacophony.

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

The shooters, carrying their guns, began to attack the zombies.

At the same time,

An announcement blared through the building’s speakers.

“Hello, everyone, I am Peter Franco, and I’m currently outside the building. Please, don’t panic, don’t worry. We will never abandon you. Professor Thompson has now entered with a group of shooters to kill the zombies. Everyone, please ensure your own safety and wait for Professor Thompson to lead you out.”

Peter Franco was the chief of Country Polluton.

Hearing his words calmed the crowd a little.

Thank goodness!

They were going to be saved!

They were finally going to be saved!

Several survivors clung to each other and wept bitterly.

Just moments ago,

They thought they were doomed after learning the building’s doors were sealed, left waiting for death.

“Professor Thompson is here, we are going to be saved!”

“We are saved!”

People cried with relief.

Hiding in a corner, Piloy never expected to hear Viola Thompson’s name at a time like this.

She ultimately had come!

Piloy once thought she could meet Viola Thompson at the pinnacle.

Who would have known,

That their next meeting would be in such a place.

It was indeed ludicrous.

Professor Casla also heard the broadcast.

He was filled with regret.

Regret that he hadn’t listened to Viola Thompson’s advice.

If he had stopped the experiment then, none of this would have happened.

He shouldn’t have believed in miracles.

Bang!

Just then, a loud noise filled the air.

Casla looked back.

To his horror, he saw his former assistant, who had been bitten at some point, had now mutated into a zombie.

“Irinna!”

Casla tried to wake Irinna.

But it was no use.

As if she couldn’t hear him, she kept walking towards him.

Casla knew.

After the zombie virus mutated, it started to erode human consciousness.

It wouldn’t matter who,

Even if it was her parents standing beside her now, Irinna would still bite them without hesitation.

Realizing this,

Casla felt an acute anguish.

Irinna’s family situation was complicated, her parents had died early, and she had a paralyzed grandmother awaiting her care.

Now that Irinna was infected, what would become of her grandmother?

Why did God test such a miserable child?

Casla wept bitterly!

At that moment, Irinna had already approached Casla, opening her mouth wide.

Casla thought of atoning through death.

But at the crucial moment, he couldn’t bring himself to take that step. He grabbed a plank of wood and shoved it into Irinna’s mouth.

Casla then took the opportunity to run into an empty room and lock the door behind him.

After running into the room, Casla breathed a sigh of relief.

It was close.

So very close.

Bang!

Just as Casla breathed a sigh of relief, a thudding noise came from outside the door.

Bang bang bang!

And the noise grew louder with each thud.

Were the zombies outside aware of his presence?

Casla picked up a stool, preparing to defend himself.

Bang!

The next second, the door burst open from the outside.

To be precise,

It was a zombie that had lost all sanity.

Casla recognized this person too.

It was his prized student, Alban.

“Alban, how did you turn out like this?”

Seeing the familiar faces around him turn into mutants one after the other was extremely painful.

Casla threw the stool he was holding at Alban.

He hoped it would knock Alban down.

But it didn’t.

Alban caught the stool, threw it down furiously, and it broke in half.

Casla, terrified, turned pale and ran toward the exit.

But he was too slow.

Alban grabbed his neck, bared his sharp fangs, and bit down.

Casla closed his eyes.

But strangely, the expected pain did not come.

Casla opened his eyes.

As soon as he did, he saw Viola Thompson standing behind the zombie.

“Professor Thompson!”

Casla’s eyes widened, filled with a look of guilt.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t say anything, just come with me,” Viola Thompson said next.

“Okay.” Casla immediately followed Viola Thompson’s steps.

As they walked, Viola Thompson reached into her bag, pulled out a gun, and handed it to Casla.