When I gathered my courage and opened the door,

before I could take a few steps into the corridor,

I instantly felt a strong and foul-smelling wind blowing towards my face.

Oh, damn!

I took a step back, and a zombie jumped out.

This zombie was bigger than any I had seen before, and at this moment, it stared at me with eyes void of life, as if radiating malice.

!!!

I clenched my teeth and swung the pliers at the zombie's head.

Fortunately, the zombie's movements weren't agile. I hit its head hard, causing it to take a step back.

I immediately grabbed a bottle of white wine and threw it with all my might.

As the bottle shattered with a sound, I desperately told myself to stay calm, as success or failure hinged on this moment.

But just as I clenched the lighter, intending to set the zombie on fire, the zombie roared angrily and charged at me, crashing into me and slamming me against the wall.

Shit!

I cursed, my head spinning.

Meanwhile, the lighter slipped and fell in front of my neighbor's door.

My heart tightened instantly. After rolling away to avoid the impact of the zombie, I found myself even further away from the lighter.

In an instant, my back was soaked with sweat, sticking together uncomfortably.

This is bad; I'm probably done for.