All Chapters of Campus of the undead: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Amos paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, the faint hum of the overhead bulb doing little to soothe his growing frustration. "What the hell is wrong with them!?" he spat, his voice sharp with anger. He dragged his hand through his disheveled hair, his breath coming in short bursts. "I told them to keep it quiet. Just stay in the shadows, but no—they had to involve those damned terrorists!" Amos’s mind raced, piecing together the fragments of chaos. The serum—the very thing he had sworn to keep hidden—was now at the center of this unfolding nightmare. How had Zotes learned about it? Worse, how had they turned it into a weapon? He clenched his fists, veins bulging against his skin. His phone buzzed, jolting him out of his thoughts. This time, the caller ID read Unknown Number. He hesitated, his thumb hovering over the screen before answering. "Who is this?" he barked. A gravelly voice responded, calm yet laced with menace. "Governor Amos. We've been expecting your call. S

A car sped by Joseph overtaking him as he swerved to avoid the car. "Calm tf down" he muttered angrily. At this rate he'd take forever to reach the school. "Worried parents" he mutters while looking ahead at the impending road traffic. "Hey Siri bring up a shortcut to Eko university" He said activating his phone's artificial intelligence, "Alright Joe" a robotic voice came up as his phone screen lit up with a detailed map bringing up a 1ht shortcut to the school. "Sweet" Joseph muttered elated as he rounded a corner off the road in a empty street Joseph drove steadily through the eerily deserted streets as he took a shortcut leading to Mira's school. Where the hell is everyone? He thought. You'd think with an attack like this on a school, the road would be flooded with worried parents who were as smart as he was taking a shortcut. Something wasn't adding up and his instincts were warning him something was wrong with the road he took. He slowed down and approached a checkpoint wh

Joseph slowed his car as he approached a roadblock just a few kilometers from the university. The scene ahead was chaotic—makeshift barricades of metal drums and barbed wire blocked the road, manned by a group of soldiers who looked far from composed. The tension in the air was palpable, their rifles gripped tightly, their eyes scanning the empty road for any signs of movement. He stepped out of his car, taking in the scene. The soldiers didn’t seem relieved to see him. If anything, his presence seemed to heighten their unease. One of them, a tall man with a sweat-streaked face, raised his hand and barked, “Stop there! No one passes this point!” Joseph held up his hands in a gesture of peace, his military instincts kicking in. “Relax,” he called out. “I’m not a threat. Captain Joseph Erickson, Tactical Corps.” He fished his military ID out of his pocket and held it up for them to see. The tall soldier hesitated but didn’t lower his weapon. “That ID doesn’t mean anything right now,