That was exactly why she kept moving. She released Yan Cijin's wrist, then with a thought, the whisperfang and a kukri appeared in her left and right hands. Bai Li handed the kukri in her left hand to Yan Cijin, gave her a quick wink, and then, holding the whisperfang in her right hand, walked upstairs in silence.
Yan Cijin understood right away and slowed her pace so she could follow behind Bai Li without making noise. She knew the routine now. When Bai Li moved like this, it meant danger could appear at any time. The stairwell was narrow, dim, and full of the kind of stale air that made people feel trapped. Bai Li had already cleared most of the zombies from Building 9 when she came out yesterday, so she was not too worried about a huge swarm suddenly appearing in the stairwell. Still, she was not the kind of person who would depend on luck. In the apocalypse, luck was not reliable. Caution was.
