Semua Bab Campus of the undead: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The group forced their way through the cracked double doors of a building near the auditorium, their labored breathing filling the suffocating silence inside. Dust swirled in narrow beams of sunlight that pierced through shattered windows. The stillness was jarring, a sharp contrast to the chaos they’d left behind. Their boots scraped against the floor, the sound echoing in the cavernous space. “We’re exposed here,” Greg muttered, his voice low but edged with unease. “This doesn’t feel right.” “No choice,” Viper snapped, his tone laced with urgency. “We’re here to finish this.” The muffled groans of zombies grew louder, their inhuman sounds reverberating through the walls. The undead were converging on the building, drawn by the distant echoes of gunfire and the undeniable scent of living flesh. The Zotes exchanged uneasy glances. Time was slipping through their fingers. “Drop the heavy guns,” Viper commanded, his voice cutting through the tension. “We can’t afford the weight anym

Luke stepped into the auditorium, his enhanced senses instantly picking up on the faint but labored breathing of Joseph and the trembling heartbeat of Mira. The air felt heavy, thick with fear and the sharp metallic scent of blood. What had once been a space for hope and celebration was now unrecognizable. Chairs were scattered and overturned, decorations trampled into the ground. The faded “Welcome New Students” banner drooped pathetically from the wall, a bitter reminder of the life this room used to hold.At the center of the destruction, Luke’s eyes locked onto Joseph slumped against the wall, his face swollen and streaked with blood. He was conscious but barely, his breath shallow, his eyes half-closed in pain. A few feet away, Mira was tied to a chair, her body rigid as she fought against her bindings. Her wide eyes darted to Luke as soon as he entered as she took him in surprised that he look healthy and different from when she last saw him.But standing between them and him wa

The air in the auditorium was thick with tension, Luke’s body trembling as he lay on the floor, bloodied and beaten. Akin stood over him, the taser in one hand, a twisted grin on his face as he relished his victory.“You thought you could take me?” Akin mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ve always been weak, Luke. Always.”Mira and Joseph shouted in protest, their voices hoarse and desperate, but their bindings held them back. Akin glanced at them, his grin widening.“Don’t worry,” he said, his tone mocking. “You’ll be joining him soon enough.”He turned back to Luke, crouching down, his eyes gleaming with malice. He raised the taser, ready to deliver the final blow.But before he could strike, the auditorium doors burst open with a deafening crash.Akin froze, his head snapping toward the noise. Standing in the doorway was a figure they all thought was lost—Justin.Covered in dirt and scratches, his once-jovial expression replaced with a determined glare, Justin stepped in

Major Erickson stood inside the large, hastily constructed command tent, his broad shoulders tense as he scanned the group before him. Favour, Collins, and Sarah sat on the edge of their seats, their faces pale and drawn from exhaustion. The faint hum of generators filled the air, occasionally drowned out by the sounds of worried parents outside the encampment.He leaned forward, resting his hands on the metal table between them, his piercing gaze fixed on the three survivors. "Tell me everything you know about the situation in the school," he ordered, his voice firm but not unkind. "I need every detail."Sarah, looking exhausted, was the first to speak. “It’s chaos in there, sir. The zombies are everywhere. They’re fast, relentless, and... they seem to be spreading the infection rapidly. We barely made it out alive.” Her voice cracked, but she pressed on. "I really thought I would die there to be honest."Collins nodded, his normally fiery demeanor subdued. “The library was the worst

The air in the auditorium was thick with tension as the groans of the infected swelled in intensity. Luke darted through the chaos, his movements precise and calculated. His enhanced senses painted a vivid picture of the battlefield: Justin crouched beside Joseph, trying to lift him, while Mira remained tied to the chair in the corner, fear etched into her face.Luke turned to Bayo, who was swinging his makeshift pipe like a man possessed. “Bayo, cover me!” he shouted, sprinting toward Mira.“Got it!” Bayo yelled back, driving the pipe into the head of an infected student that lunged at him.Luke reached Mira in seconds, his strong hands making quick work of the ropes binding her. “Hold still,” he said, his voice low but urgent.Mira’s breath hitched as the ropes fell away. “Luke,” she murmured, her voice shaking. “I thought—”“No time,” Luke interrupted, grabbing her arm. “Stay close.”Across the room, Justin was hoisting Joseph to his feet. Despite his bulk, Justin moved quickly, on