Chapitre 620: A deadhead is a deadhead.

We continued to semi-rush each door that we kicked open and the doors that were a bit 'fortified' ate 1-ounce slugs.

As soon as they were forced open, we were either met with more stranded deadheads, a blockade of tables and chairs, or a treasure trove of medication. I was slowly shading out the areas we cleared from the map I roughly sketched inside my head, and we were making decent headway.

Natasha signaled as she raised her foot to kick another door down, "Ready--"

I placed my hand over her shoulder and pulled her back, "Wait..."

"Hmm?"

"Just wait..."

Natasha and Tatiana gave me puzzled looks but I was looking at the slit below the door. We would've broken into this room already but I noticed a lot more shadows moving behind than normal. With that said, we couldn't see through the room's window either since the blinds were covering the glass panels fully.

Our heads eventually landed on a chair and it didn't take long before I threw it straight at the window.