Semua Bab Campus of the undead: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The campus was eerily quiet save for the occasional distant groans of the undead. Joseph darted through the shadows, his breath ragged but controlled. The sweat dripping down his forehead stung his eyes, but he kept moving. Behind him, the faint but distinct sound of shuffling footsteps echoed. It wasn’t just any zombie; he had already realized that this one was different. This wasn’t a mindless monster. It was cunning, calculated, and it was stalking him like prey. Joseph glanced back, catching the faint silhouette of the deranged zombie through the broken windows of a nearby building. Its unnatural gait was steady, its head jerking sharply as it scanned for him. “Damn it,” Joseph muttered under his breath. He ducked behind a pile of abandoned furniture, willing himself to be as still as possible. He slowed his breathing, his military training taking over. Think, don’t panic. The zombie’s groans were low and guttural, less chaotic than the other infected. It paced the area for a mo

The tension in the command center was already palpable. Major Erickson’s tall, broad-shouldered frame radiated authority as he loomed over the operations table, his jaw clenched tight. The sound of panicked parents outside the military barricade only added to his inner turmoil. He barely looked up as Governor Dennis approached, his polished black shoes clicking against the concrete floor with a practiced air of authority. “Major,” Dennis said, his voice smooth but undercut with irritation. “We need to present a united front here. The media is already here and sniffing around for a story. We don’t need your soldiers looking like they’re losing control which they are.” Erickson didn’t respond immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the map of the campus spread across the table, red circles marking areas of high probability of infection. “Governor,” he said finally, his voice low, “we need to talk. Now.” Dennis frowned, his politician’s mask faltering for a moment. Erickson’s tone was

The footage released by Zotes spread like wildfire across the globe, cutting through social media platforms, news channels, and private conversations. It wasn’t long before the horrifying visuals of Eko State University became the focal point of international debate, fear, and outrage.-----United States, The Situation RoomThe atmosphere in the White House Situation Room was tense, the air heavy with disbelief. President Harris sat at the head of the table, flanked by her top national security advisers. The video from Eko State University played on a loop on the large monitor. The screams of the dying, the grotesque feeding frenzy of the zombies, and the chilling demands of the Zotes leader filled the room.“Madam President, this is unprecedented,” said General Wilkins, leaning forward. “We’ve had reports of bioterrorism before, but nothing on this scale. These… creatures… are unlike anything we’ve seen.”Secretary of State Rachel Morris frowned. “Do we know if this virus has any po

The Morning AfterThe golden morning light filtered through the cracked windows of the abandoned canteen, bathing the room in a warm glow that felt almost alien in the chaos of their reality. Luke stirred as the sun’s rays hit his face, his body stiff from sleeping on the hard floor. He blinked, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, and was about to sit up when he felt a weight against his side.He looked down to find Mira cuddled up against him, her head resting lightly on his chest. For a moment, the horrors of the world outside seemed to fade. Her steady breathing, the warmth of her small frame pressed against him—it brought a fleeting sense of peace. Luke couldn't help but smile, a soft, genuine curve of his lips that rarely made an appearance.His hand moved almost instinctively, his fingers grazing her cheek. Her skin was soft despite the dirt smudged here and there from their ordeal. He marveled at how serene she looked, even after all they’d been through. In the quiet of the

The canteen was dimly lit, with streaks of sunlight filtering through the shattered windows, casting eerie patterns across the floor. Outside, the guttural growls and occasional shuffling of zombies served as a grim reminder of their predicament. Inside, the group of survivors huddled together, each grappling with the weight of the situation in their own way. Justin was rummaging through the shelves and cupboards at the back of the canteen, muttering under his breath. “Is it too much to ask for a packet of biscuits or a loaf of bread? I’d even settle for crackers at this point,” he grumbled, his voice carrying across the room. He slammed a cupboard shut and turned to face the group, holding up a tin of what looked like expired beans. “Unless anyone fancies some gourmet decade-old beans, we’re out of luck.” “Stop complaining, Justin,” Favour muttered, not looking up from the book he was groggily flipping through. His hair was a mess, and his glasses sat crooked on his nose. “You’re ju