Semua Bab Campus of the undead: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Joseph froze the moment the name “Akin” left the boy’s lips. A sharp, ice-cold clarity cut through the fog of his thoughts, and his instincts kicked in. He leapt back, his hand darting to the holster at his side, drawing his gun in one fluid motion. Without hesitation, he fired. Akin's eyes widened as he ducked, the bullet grazing his shoulder. He let out a pained grunt, stumbling toward the door. “Son of a—!” he swore, clutching his wounded shoulder as blood seeped through his fingers. Akin's expression twisted into a mix of anger and panic. He hadn’t expected Joseph to be armed. “You’ll regret that,” he hissed, staggering out of the hostel. As he disappeared into the night, Akin’s mind reached out telepathically, his thoughts broadcasting like a signal to the zombies in the area. Come to me. Protect me. The faint growls of the undead rose in response as they shifted their focus, beginning to converge in his direction. Akin darted into the shadows, his form quickly swallowed

The military encampment buzzed with nervous energy. The perimeter was fortified with barricades and armed soldiers patrolling every corner. Within the command tent, Major Erickson paced back and forth, his face a grim mask of tension. Beside him stood Lieutenant Bassey, a stout, battle-hardened officer with a sharp eye and an even sharper tongue. Hovering nearby, Governor Dennis, flanked by his personal bodyguards, shifted uneasily, his usual air of smug confidence diminished in the tense atmosphere. In the background, Samuel and Laura stood silently, their faces etched with worry. Laura’s hands were clasped tightly together, her knuckles white as she tried to maintain her composure. Samuel rested a hand on her shoulder, his presence steady and grounding, though his own expression betrayed the turmoil he felt. Outside, the sounds of chaos echoed through the night. Parents had gathered in droves, shouting, pleading, and weeping. Their cries were punctuated by the occasional bang on th

The campus stretched out in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional groans of the undead. The once-vibrant environment was now a decaying graveyard, with broken glass glinting in the pale sunlight and abandoned belongings scattered along cracked pavements. Amidst this desolation, a lone figure lay sprawled in the middle of the street, arms folded beneath his head as if he were basking on a beach.Akin opened his eyes lazily, blinking up at the sky. His bloodshot irises gleamed in the light, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. He yawned, stretched, and rolled onto his side, propping himself up with one arm."Ah, nothing like a good night's rest," he muttered, his voice thick with mockery.Nearby, the sentient female zombie stood perfectly still, her grotesque smile ever-present as she watched over him. Akin glanced at her, his lips curling into a smirk."Faithful as ever," he said, standing and brushing dirt off his pants. "Time to begin my lovely hunt."With that, he began

The room was dimly lit, with sunlight streaming through partially closed blinds. Governor Dennis leaned back in his plastic chair provided to him by Erickson soldiers in camp, the weight of his power reflected in his composed demeanor. His finger hovered over the red button on his phone as he finished his call. His voice had been calm but firm, every word dripping with authority. “Handle it. No loose ends,” he said before ending the call abruptly. He placed the phone on his desk, a slight smirk playing on his lips. In a very different setting, a man sat on the edge of his rickety bed, the air heavy with the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat. His name was Kola, one of Dennis’s trusted enforcers. Kola exhaled deeply, staring at his phone for a moment before dialing another number. “Boys, na time. Meet for base sharp sharp,” he barked in pidgin, his voice commanding and without room for argument. “Boss, we dey come,” a voice on the other end replied before the line went dead. Kola

The morning sun barely penetrated the haze of dust and decay that hung over the desolate campus. Shadows danced across the rubble-strewn ground as the tension in the air thickened. The group—Joseph, Luke, Mira, Collins, Jeff, Favour, and Sarah—stood trapped in a suffocating circle of fear. Akin stood at the center, flanked by his sentient zombie and a horde of undead, their vacant, lifeless eyes trained on their prey. Jeff leaned against Mira, his injured leg barely supporting his weight. Favour clutched his tattered book as though it were a lifeline, while Sarah clung to Mira’s arm, her wide eyes brimming with tears. Even Collins, usually the picture of composure, seemed shaken, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Akin, however, was in his element. His bloodshot eyes glinted with malice, and a smirk played on his lips. He paced before them like a lion before its caged meal, savoring every moment of their helplessness. “You know,” Akin began, his voice smooth and laced with moc