The holes and gaps kept appearing throughout the entire aircraft. Half of the zombie's body was starting to get inside.
Even with infinite ammo, Xiaoyun couldn't keep up with it. Bullet holes riddled the wall as he kept holding down the trigger.
He was creating ammo on the spot right inside the magazine of the AKM in his hand, using his rifle as if it was a heavy machine gun.
The barrel was literally catching on fire. Yet, Xiaoyun didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He didn't dare to move his finger away.
Zombies were peeking their claws through the side of the aircraft, some even crawling in through the ground from below the cargo space.
"Holy fuck, how long is this one minute going to last?"
Just as Xiaoyun was about to throw his on-fire rifle to the ground, he could hear a loud fan ringing in the distance.
Within seconds, the banging disappeared. The metal screeching was gone. The zombie had stopped peeking its head through the various holes.
In its place was gunfire.
