Semua Bab Campus of the undead: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The morning sun filtered through the shattered windows as the group caught their breath outside the auditorium. The air was thick with tension, their collective relief short-lived. Luke set Akin’s unconscious body down carefully, binding him tight to ensure he couldn’t escape when he woke. He glanced at Mira, who stood nearby, her face still pale but her resolve firm. “Mira,” Luke started, his voice softer than usual, “when I was in that camp... stuck in my head, fighting those nightmares... I remember everything you said to me.” Mira’s lips parted in surprise, her cheeks coloring faintly. She stepped closer, her gaze locked on his. “Everything?” Luke nodded, his expression serious. “Every word. It’s what kept me going. You kept me going.” A flicker of emotion passed across Mira’s face, and before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and kissed him. The world around them seemed to fade for a moment, the chaos and danger temporarily forgotten. Behind them, Joseph cleared

The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the encampment, its warm light providing a stark contrast to the cold reality the group had endured. Soldiers patrolled the perimeter, their expressions stoic as they kept watch. For the first time in what felt like forever, the group had a chance to wash up and change into clean clothes provided by the military.Gathered in a quiet corner of the encampment, Sarah, Justin, Favour, Collins, Bayo, and Luke sat together on makeshift benches. The faint sounds of activity buzzed in the distance, but here, amidst the group, there was a fragile sense of peace.Sarah tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her face still pale from exhaustion. “I can’t believe it’s over,” she said softly, her gaze distant.“It doesn’t feel real,” Favour added, his voice subdued. His usual humor was absent, replaced by a heaviness that weighed on them all.Collins shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting toward the encampment gates where his parents were speaking wit

The group of survivors clung to Luke and Bayo as they navigated the shattered halls of a building in the university campus. Their breaths came shallow, and their footsteps faltered with every distant moan echoing through the corridors. The once vibrant halls were now a grim labyrinth of overturned furniture, shattered glass, and bloodstains. Fear lingered in their steps, but the determination in their rescuers steadied their movements. Luke led the way, his sharp senses attuned to every sound. He paused frequently, his head tilting slightly as he listened for any signs of movement. Every creak of a door or shuffle of a shoe set the survivors on edge, but Luke's calm demeanor and Bayo’s solid presence at the rear kept them moving forward. Bayo, armed with a metal pipe, occasionally glanced over his shoulder, his gaze piercing the shadows as he guarded against any lurking threats. “Almost there,” Luke whispered, his voice low but reassuring. When they finally approached the universit

Governor Dennis paced the dimly lit room, a makeshift cell which was made from a shed originally used to sell beverages, the flickering fluorescent light above casting long shadows that danced across the walls. His usually pristine suit was crumpled, and beads of sweat rolled down his temple. The air was thick, suffocating, filled with the faint scent of disinfectant and despair.In the corner of the room, Akin slouched in a metal chair, his hands bound tightly behind him. His head lolled forward, and his breathing was slow and shallow. The drugs they had pumped into his system to keep him sedated were still in effect, but the occasional twitch of his fingers hinted that they might be wearing off.Dennis tried to avoid looking directly at his nephew, but his eyes kept flickering toward him. Akin, once the bright and promising young man who had stayed with him during school breaks, was now unrecognizable. His skin was pale, his veins darkened, and there was an unsettling hollowness in

The room was suffocatingly quiet after Akin’s final words, yet the weight of his accusation hung heavy in the air. Dennis sat frozen on the floor, staring at his nephew as if the young man’s gaze could strip him bare. The truth wasn’t just scratching at the surface—it was clawing its way out, threatening to expose him for the monster he truly was. Dennis wasn’t a man prone to regret, but in this moment, a flicker of it coursed through his veins. It wasn’t for Akin, Luke, Mira, or Joseph. No, his regret was purely selfish—he regretted being caught. Dennis licked his dry lips, his mind racing to spin a lie, to salvage what little credibility he still had. But Akin’s half-conscious stare bore into him, sharp and unyielding despite the haze of drugs. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dennis said finally, his voice trembling slightly. Akin’s lips curved into a weak but knowing smirk. “Don’t I?” Dennis rose to his feet, pacing the room. He avoided Akin’s gaze, knowing fu