林峰咽下那半块发干变质的面包，胃里一阵抽搐，但总算暂时压下了饿意。他小心翼翼地推开吱呀作响的木门，借着窗外透进来的微弱天光，朝楼下走去。

楼道里死气沉沉的，空气中弥漫着一股淡淡的血腥味和腐臭气。林峰皱了皱眉， memories of the infected in the apocalypse forming as if they were in a dream. He remembered how these smells used to be like a warning, a reminder that the dead were coming.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped. The corridor was empty, but he could feel the presence of something dark ahead. His heart sank. It was just a matter of time before the infected found their way up.

林峰握紧了拳头， challenged his own courage. He had to get out of here. He took a deep breath and started walking.

每一步都像踩在刀尖上，林峰无比小心。他的手不时地触碰到墙壁，寻找着可以借力的地方。他的眼睛时刻警惕着四周，不放过任何一个可能的威胁.

突然，一阵低沉的嘶吼声从前方传来。林峰顿时脸色大变，他停下脚步，屏住呼吸，试图确定声音的方向。

声音越来越近，越来越清晰。林峰知道，他遇到了一群感染者。他的背脊一阵发凉，但他并没有转身逃跑。他知道，逃跑只会让他死的更快。

他深吸一口气，然后猛地转身，朝着声音传来的方向冲去。他用手臂护住自己的头，朝着墙壁撞去。他知道自己这样做很傻，但他别无选择。

一阵剧痛传来，林峰失去了意识。他感觉自己像一片落叶，在风中飘荡。

当他再次醒来时，发现自己躺在一间破旧的病房里。