The students ran in terror, and chaos descended.
Eventually, the screams died down, leaving only the silence of the dead.
All around the school were fallen teachers and students, drenched in their own blood.
The halls had become a canvas—a deranged artist's gory masterpiece of blood splatters and twisted bodies.
The corpses were either piled up or scattered, but all wore the same expression of pure terror.
It was in that silence that five seemingly dead corpses began to stir.
Wei Zhi woke up in a daze.
His hand instinctively reached for his neck, where he had been bitten to death.
But all he felt was smooth skin.
He blinked, slowly regaining awareness.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he realized he wasn't back in that same familiar classroom.
But his relief quickly faded—this place was even worse.
There were no students, only corpses with eyes frozen wide in terror.
He recognized that expression too well—it was the same look of despair he had worn again and again before dying.
The memory made him tremble.
His eyes darted around the room.
But there was nothing. No movement, no sound. Only death.
And yet that terrified him more than comforted him.
He felt certain that he would soon be among the corpses.
Shakily, he stood. His legs trembled beneath him, and his body was soaked in blood.
He stepped carefully toward the classroom door, his feet deliberately avoiding the fallen.
The door had been nearly ripped from its hinges.
Peering into the hallway, he found more of the same—bodies and blood.
He collapsed to the floor, his back against the wall, hand clamped over his mouth.
He was trying to stop himself from screaming.
And from vomiting.
Not that there was anything left inside him to throw up.
He slowly pulled himself together, pushing off the floor.
One step at a time. Quiet. Gentle. But to him, each footfall sounded deafening.
His heart pounded in his ears. His body tensed with every movement.
Then—he heard footsteps behind him.
Not heavy ones. But loud enough to cut through the beat of his heart.
He froze.
The footsteps grew louder.
Unbeknownst to him, the eyes hidden beneath his bangs—once black—were slowly being dyed in crimson.
His trembling expression twisted into something feral.
The moment the steps neared, he turned sharply.
It was a girl.
Wei Zhi blinked, stunned. Then—relief.
As he exhaled, the red receded from his eyes.
The girl had her mouth wide open, about to scream.
He quickly gestured for her to be quiet.
Mori Aoi slapped her hands over her mouth, swallowing the scream she had been holding since waking up in the bathroom.
No one else had been there. Her glasses were broken, and her injuries strangely healed.
She hadn't wanted to remain in that room—afraid someone might attack her again—so she had grabbed her hairpin and left.
She had been so focused on avoiding the corpses that she hadn't noticed the boy standing ahead.
Seeing the blood-covered student made her panic.
Wei Zhi could see her fear. He motioned gently for her to come forward.
She took a step back.
He glanced down at himself—blood soaked every inch of him.
Of course she was scared.
He raised both hands in the air, trying to show he wasn't a threat.
A strange sense of comfort washed over him.
He wasn't alone. She looked just as afraid as he felt.
The weak often sought comfort from the strong.
But Wei Zhi was too afraid to even dream of strength.
He feared the monster more than people, but people still made him uneasy.
Mori Aoi slowly calmed down.
She noticed he wasn't holding any weapons.
She was naturally timid, and the blood on him had terrified her.
But then she looked down and realized—she was covered in blood too.
Maybe she looked more like a monster than he did.
She didn't dare look him in the eye and lowered her head, uncertain whether to step forward.
Wei Zhi examined her for black spots—signs of infection.
Her skin was unusually pale, nearly translucent, though blood helped cover that up.
Her veins were faintly visible beneath her skin, and dried blood coated her hands.
She had long black hair with bangs, much like his.
He hesitated.
He'd always been an antisocial loser.
Interacting with people—especially girls—was foreign to him.
But seeing her more timid than he was made him relax.
If she'd been a normal, confident person, he wouldn't have known what to do.
Now... it was just awkward silence.
One too scared to make a move.
The other too timid to speak.
Finally, Wei Zhi turned and began walking away.
Forget it. This was too complicated. And the place was too scary to stand around.
Mori Aoi looked up as he took a step, then silently followed.
She was glad he hadn't minded.
Wei Zhi slowed his pace until she caught up.
Now only a few steps apart, they walked in sync, footsteps echoing faintly in the hallway.
In silence, they crept down the bloodstained corridor.
Eventually, they reached the stairwell and stopped.
Wei Zhi paused—he remembered the classic trope of a monster hiding just around the corner.
Mori Aoi stopped when he did—and now, her imagination filled in the rest.
She crept closer and gently gripped the hem of his uniform.
Wei Zhi felt her trembling behind him and finally stepped forward.
Together, they descended, their legs shaking beneath them.
They passed the first floor, heading straight to the ground level.
It opened into a hallway soaked in carnage.
This floor housed the first-year classrooms, the bathrooms, and the clinic.
Now, it was filled with more corpses.
The front entrance was wide open, its frame painted in blood.
Wei Zhi and Mori Aoi stood frozen at the stairs—trembling.
There in the hallway, they saw a plump boy and a brown
-haired girl locked in battle with zombies
Ming jun was was wondering why he was in this situation right now
He had realized that something brought him back to life and started cursing immediately
He definitely didn't think he could be the protagonist so why did such a protagonist like thing happen to him
He left the classroom because of all the blood and corpses and made it to the last floor
His classroom was directly behind the stairs so he had already left by the time Wei Zhi came out of his classroom
Then he almost peed his pants once he saw the sight of a zombie
Then some random girl came out of the clinic smiling and proceeded to fight with the zombie
Just as he was about to run away, another zombies appeared from the entrance
He froze in terror and the color of his eyes became red
It was like someone spilled red ink into his eyes and the fearful expression on his face turned into one of madness
That's right
Let's plunge this waste of a world into the fire
Kill kill kill
That was the words that came out of that deranged Ming Jun
He ran up to the zombie engaging in battle