When they reached the infirmary entrance, they stopped behind a crumbling pillar.
The main door was ajar, but it did not look broken. Which meant someone had left it like that.
But there was a problem.
Three zombies loitered near the door, one of them repeatedly thumping against it with dull persistence.
The others wandered nearby, their heads jerking slightly whenever the wind carried a sound.
"Too close" Yu Song whispered. "We can't sneak past them."
"I'll draw them off.." Qingran said, crouching. "Tianming, when they follow me, you go in first. Check for survivors or infected inside. Yu Song, back him up. If there's danger, fall back immediately."
She didn't wait for protests. With a sharp exhale, she flicked a shard of stone across the courtyard. It clattered against metal, drawing all three heads sharply to the right.
Before they could fully react, Qingran launched.
