Semua Bab Campus of the undead: Bab 61 - Bab 70

As the evening sun dipped below the Lagos horizon, the camp surrounding Eko University came alive with an eerie glow. Fires from makeshift barrels and the harsh glare of floodlights illuminated the tense faces of soldiers patrolling the perimeter. It had been a grueling day, but quiet—a rarity in the chaos that had become their norm. Many prayed for the night to stay that way.Near the main gate, Corporal Ibrahim adjusted his binoculars, scanning the dark expanse beyond the barricades. He muttered under his breath, his frustration evident. “Why dem no just bomb the school finish? All these things fit spread go mainland o.”As he scanned further, a flicker of movement caught his eye. He froze, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. At first, it was just a handful of figures, but then more appeared. Dozens turned into hundreds, their disjointed movements growing alarmingly fast as they broke into a charge. The guttural growls that followed made his blood run cold.“Command,

The dim light from the lantern cast flickering shadows across the tent, giving the room an almost eerie glow. Mira sat at Luke’s bedside, her hand clutching his limp one, her fingers brushing over his feverish skin. His breaths were shallow and erratic, his body drenched in sweat as he muttered incoherently. She couldn’t understand most of what he was saying—fragments about darkness, whispers about fighting something unseen."Luke," she murmured softly, leaning closer to him. Her voice cracked with emotion. "It's me, Mira. I'm here."He twitched slightly, his head rolling to the side, his lips parting to release another string of unintelligible words.Mira wiped a tear from her cheek. “I know you’re in there,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve fought so hard for all of us, for me… Don’t give up now. Please don’t give up.”Her grip on his hand tightened as her emotions spilled over. “I never told you how much you mean to me. I was too scared, to

The sound of heavy boots pounding against the dirt broke the stillness in the tent. Major Erickson stormed inside, his hand gripping his rifle tightly, his eyes scanning the small space. The dim light of the lantern revealed Luke lying feverishly on the cot, drenched in sweat, but what struck him immediately was the empty chair next to him—and the absence of Mira. Erickson’s gaze snapped toward the entrance. Two soldiers lay lifeless at the threshold, their blood forming dark pools that seeped into the earth. His jaw clenched, and his knuckles turned white around the grip of his rifle. “Damn it!” he growled under his breath, kneeling next to one of the fallen men. He checked for any signs of life, but it was futile. Both soldiers were dead, their throats torn open in brutal, precise attacks. Erickson’s mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. Mira wouldn’t have left willingly, not with Luke in such a fragile state seeing as she refused to leave his side all day.

The atmosphere in the tent was suffocating, thick with tension and the sour smell of blood and sweat. Joseph stormed in, his face a mask of fury and worry. His boots hit the ground with forceful strides, and his fists were clenched tightly by his sides. His eyes locked on his father, Major Erickson, who stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed, his expression weary but resolute.“I’m going after her,” Joseph declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “I don’t care what it takes. I’m not leaving Mira out there with that maniac.”“Joseph,” Erickson began, his voice calm but firm, “we can’t afford to lose anyone else to reckless decisions. We need to think this through.”“There’s nothing to think about!” Joseph snapped, his anger barely contained. “Akin has her, and you know what he’s capable of. We wait too long, and she’s as good as gone.”Erickson’s face hardened, his jaw tightening. “And what do you think you’ll accomplish storming off on your own? Do you thi

Luke found himself standing on solid ground again, though the world around him had shifted. He was no longer in the wasteland but in the heart of a crumbling city. The sky above was an ominous gray, streaked with bolts of red lightning that crackled like an angry whip. Fires raged in the distance, consuming buildings. The air was heavy with ash, and in the distance cries of agony chilled his soul. He turned, hoping to find some sign of safety, but the sight that greeted him was worse than anything he could have imagined. Mira stood at the edge of a rooftop, her face pale and streaked with tears. Behind her loomed a monstrous figure—a disgusting fusion of man and beast, its eyes glowing with the same sickly green as his doppelgänger’s. “Mira!” Luke shouted, his voice hoarse. Mira turned, her lips moving, but no sound escaped. The beast grabbed her by the arm, pulling her closer to the edge. “Let her go!” Luke screamed, running toward them. But no matter how fast he moved, the dista