Wang Ke kept his head bowed. After a long while, he sneaked a glance at No. 001 out of the corner of his eye.
No. 001 remained standing in front of him.
He neither spoke nor moved.
Wang Ke dared not lift his head. He dared not look at the expression on No. 001's face.
Suddenly, someone approached, treading over the rubble from the shattered wall.
Wang Ke heard No. 001 sigh softly, followed by the rustle of clothing.
"Sorry, I got some blood on me."
No. 002's deep voice rang out, carrying a faint hint of hurt.
Wang Ke had to admit that a voice like that was attractive even to someone like him, who had no interest in men.
He summoned the courage to look up and saw No. 002 holding No. 001 in his arms.
The blood he mentioned amounted to just a few tiny drops on his arms and chest.
Perhaps they had splashed onto him when he smashed No. 028's brains out.
Wang Ke couldn't help recalling the scene he had witnessed in the surveillance room.
He shuddered and hastily lowered his head, afraid that the slightest displeasure might prompt No. 002 to smash his brains out too.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind him.
Heavy, slow footsteps echoed through the empty corridor.
Wang Ke turned around. With the light behind the approaching figure, he couldn't quite make out who it was.
But the person's calves and thighs bent at unnatural, twisted angles.
Like the zombies that limped toward the house in Plants vs. Zombies when he was little.
As the figure drew closer, Wang Ke's eyes widened with fear and disbelief.
It was Feng Ye!
But he had seen No. 002 send Feng Ye flying with a single punch. His body had smashed a deep crater