Soon we reached down to the 35th floor, where most of the strong youth were. They carried at least one weapon with them and about 20% of them were armed as they just stood there doing their stuff.
'Hmmm.. they are much better than those up there. Maybe I can count on these men… probably,' I thought as I looked at those men on the 35th floor.
Calculating properly, there were 14 men in total and I really liked that these men came forward rather than staying behind becoming just mouths to feed. Alex and Caroline stayed up on the previous floor while White came down with me.
"See that? That's the only thing holding back all the zombies… once that breaks, 100s of zombies will come barging in… we don't even have as many bullets as many zombies are there… There is no hope for us, Michael. I hope this much should be enough to understand the situation?" George spoke as he pointed at the gate which was holding off the zombies.
'How long till the gate breaks?'
[5 days: 23 hours: 23 minutes]
'That's not much time… we might actually need to face them later anyway, huh?'
I kept thinking about a way to convince them to go down rather than to go up, but honestly, it was difficult even for us to break through so many zombies at once. Especially given the fact that I decided to hide our powers. Though… one thing can work here,
"Hmmm… I think we… actually can go down… however, it's a bit risky honestly," I spoke as I pondered a little about it. Though it made George only more confused as he asked,"and how is that?"
"The elevator shaft… I think we can use that to climb down to the ground floor… however I don't know how long we can survive there," I spoke and George began thinking about it before speaking, "The elevator is on the ground floor actually… so I guess, it should be fine going down… but are you sure you want to go down the shaft from as high as 32nd floor? It's not like we haven't thought about it but just that none of us wants to go down there in complete darkness with just a torch, not even knowing what we would stumble upon in the end."
'Oh! I forgot about the dark part. This is troubling actually… It's not just the normal zombies, but what if we end up encountering an evolved C-Grade zombie who can climb through the elevator shaft? That won't be a good sight to look at…
I observed a little before thinking what to do next… while I do want to kill all the zombies down there… I must do it in a less suspicious way… A less suspicious way that would allow me to kill each and every zombie without letting others know about my abilities? Hmmm… what if I….
"Hey, do you have any ropes? Like a lot of rope or something?" I asked as my eyes brightened up and he looked at me, wondering what exactly I was thinking.
George turned to the others and asked if they had some and then after confirming that they do in fact have some rope with them just in case, he turned back at me and said,"we should have some. Though… what are you trying to do?"
I smiled a little before thinking about a certain idea and then said,"I think we can clear the floor below us and even further down though… it is going to be a bit risky."
I emphasized the risky part, cause it really was risky… though it made George and the others only more curious about that idea. I then got a bit closer to George and murmured in his ears, which he had already brought forward,
"What if we go from the balcony, one floor at a time, and try to clear as many zombies as we can?"
Hearing my words, a pin drop silence developed in the hall. It was so silent that the 'roaring' sound zombies across the door were making, was clearly hearable now. For the next few seconds, George looked at me as if he was looking at an idiot.
He touched my forehead with the back of his hand and spoke,"it doesn't seem like you are sick. Are you sure you are okay, Michael? The zombies didn't scare you too much, did they?"
His questions kind of ticked me off as I glared at him before speaking,"hey, it's not that bad of an idea, right White?"
I turned at White, who seemed to be looking away from me as if pretending that I didn't exist.
'You betraying son of a gun…' I cursed him in my mind before shaking my head as I spoke.
"In any case, if you guys aren't with me, then just give me some rope and help me go down there. I will check the situation and try to kill as many zombies as I can before coming back up with your help. Is that fine?"
This time, all of them looked at me as if I were a madman before George spoke,"dude. Chill. Why are you so adamant about this?"
'Because this fucking door will break in 5 days and we might need to kill 4 times the zombies than this,' I wanted to shout, but I didn't as I was trying to be 'rational' here.
"Look… this is suicide and you know it. That is for three reasons:
One, you want to go down there and with the support of a rope through the balcony. Sounds way too risky to me.
Two, the number of zombies down there is nothing to scoff at. Even if you make it down there safely, I don't believe you can survive among that many zombies on your own.
And lastly, three, even if you somehow miraculously killed all the zombies on that floor, what about the next? There are more zombies down there and even more down below. By the time we reach the ground floor, we will have to deal with more zombies than we have dealt with in the entire building.
Michael, please snap out of it. This isn't a joke, you know? Please take your life more seriously."
I saw him trying to be as patient as possible and I looked at everyone looking at me with a strange gaze before I could only nod at them as I sighed in defeat.
There was no way through this conversation… So what next?
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