"Shen Hetian, you, why are you——"
At the East School Gate, hundreds of students gathered.
In the sobbing crowd, Shen Hetian's girlfriend, roommates, and classmates huddled in a corner, unable to hide their terror.
In a way, they were lucky. They managed to charge from the dormitory to the East School Gate, encountering zombies but escaping injury, arriving safely at the gathering point.
However, this process was not a pleasant memory for them.
The roaring monsters, the shrill screams of classmates, the scattered blood and organ pieces—all of it overwhelmed these young adults who hadn't yet left the campus.
Only now did they truly feel that "the apocalypse has come."
Even someone as cunning as Wang Zimo was as frightened as a startled bird by the harsh reality.
Understandably so; despite his scheming nature, he was just a university senior in his early twenties.
