The three left the dormitory, standing on the campus's main road, their eyes fixed on the distant teaching building.

“The supermarket is over there, but we have to go through the teaching building,” Jiang Ye said in a low voice, pointing to the tall structure ahead.

“The teaching building?” Wang Han hesitated as he looked at the building. “Bro, that place might not be safe. What if there are more zombies?”

“Highly likely, but we don’t have another choice,” Jiang Ye replied, gripping the Lingfeng Sword tightly.

Ethan Parker stood silently to the side, his expression complex. His hands clutched a small knife tightly as he wrestled with the fear that still lingered from earlier. Despite his anxiety, he showed no intention of retreating.

“Let’s move. The longer we delay, the more dangerous it gets,” Jiang Ye said, turning to lead the group toward the teaching building.

As they approached the building, bloodstains and scattered books littered the ground. The air grew heavier with the stench of decay and rusted iron. Wang Han covered his nose and mouth, frowning. “This place feels even worse than the dorm.”

“Stay alert and keep your formation tight,” Jiang Ye warned in a low voice, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings for potential threats.

The teaching building’s main doors were ajar, revealing a dim interior filled with the stench of rot. As the trio stepped inside, they immediately found themselves treading on dried bloodstains. Shattered books and torn corpses lay scattered across the floor.

“There must have been a fierce struggle here,” Wang Han muttered, glancing down at the chaos.

“Keep your voice down. Don’t alert anything,” Jiang Ye cautioned softly.

They advanced cautiously along the hallway, every step taken with deliberate care. Broken windows allowed faint light to filter in, but the eerie atmosphere of the building was palpable. Suddenly, a sharp scream echoed from deeper within, breaking the silence.

“Is someone still alive over there?” Ethan Parker asked in a shaky voice, his tone betraying his unease.

“Let’s check it out. Stay together and don’t lag behind,” Jiang Ye instructed, his expression tense.

The hallway was lined with classrooms. Some doors were ajar, while others remained firmly shut. They passed by the doorways carefully, occasionally glimpsing overturned desks, scattered textbooks, and bloodstains that painted a vivid picture of the chaos when the outbreak began.

In one classroom, the torn body of a student lay sprawled near the lectern, their clothes shredded and the floor stained with dried blood and organs.

“These students didn’t even have a chance to escape,” Wang Han said quietly, a mix of anger and sorrow in his voice.

Ethan couldn’t bear to look too long. His hands began trembling slightly, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

“Don’t get distracted. Focus,” Jiang Ye reminded them in a hushed tone.

They cautiously approached the source of the scream, rounding a corner to witness a horrifying scene.

The hallway was filled with zombies, frantically chasing a group of surviving students. The students, their clothes tattered, wielded makeshift weapons like chair legs and brooms, desperately trying to fend off the horde.

“Help!” a girl screamed as she tripped and fell to the ground. The zombies immediately lunged toward her.

“Damn it!” Wang Han cursed under his breath.

Without hesitation, Jiang Ye sprinted forward. The Lingfeng Sword flashed in his hands as he pierced the head of a zombie just as it reached the fallen girl. She stared at Jiang Ye in terror, too shocked to speak.

“Get up! Move!” Jiang Ye barked at her, scanning the area for more threats.

Meanwhile, Wang Han and Ethan Parker joined the fray. Wang Han swung his fire axe clumsily, barely managing to bring down one zombie. Ethan, standing at the rear, nervously kept watch over the other survivors, gripping his knife tightly.

“Retreat into a classroom! Don’t stay in the hallway!” Jiang Ye shouted.

Following his command, the remaining survivors scrambled into a nearby classroom, overturning desks to barricade the door.

The trio followed them into the classroom, slamming the door shut and breathing heavily. Outside, the zombies pounded against the door relentlessly, their growls and snarls sending chills down everyone’s spines.

“Bro, there are way too many of them. What do we do now?” Wang Han asked between gasps.

Jiang Ye leaned against the door, scanning the room for options. The classroom was cluttered with textbooks, chairs, and various makeshift tools.

“Pile these desks and chairs against the door. We need to hold them off,” Jiang Ye ordered.

Everyone sprang into action, stacking furniture against the door to create a temporary barricade.

“Are you all okay?” Jiang Ye turned to the survivors.

A muscular man panted heavily as he spoke. “We were trying to escape through the building, but those things suddenly surrounded us... Thank you for saving us.” Beside him stood a long-haired woman holding the hand of a glasses-wearing man, both clearly a couple who had relied on each other to survive the chaos.

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The other two survivors were the muscular man and a short-haired woman. The latter gripped a broken metal rod tightly, her eyes scanning the room for any danger. The muscular man appeared uneasy, staying close to her while glancing nervously at the barricaded door.

“This isn’t a place we can stay for long. We need to get out as soon as possible,” Jiang Ye said firmly.

After a brief rest, Jiang Ye decided to lead everyone out of the teaching building.

“Stay close to the group and don’t wander off,” Jiang Ye instructed as he pushed aside the barricade.

Outside the classroom, the number of zombies had decreased slightly but remained a significant threat. Jiang Ye led the charge, the Lingfeng Sword flashing in deadly arcs as zombies fell one after another.

Wang Han followed closely, swinging his fire axe and clearing any zombies that got too close. Ethan Parker stayed at the rear with the survivors, holding his knife nervously but maintaining his focus on protecting them.

“Don’t stop! Keep running!” Jiang Ye shouted.

The group sprinted toward the building’s exit, the zombies’ growls echoing around them. After a fierce struggle, they finally broke through and escaped the building. However, in the chaos, the muscular man’s leg was scratched by a zombie’s claw. He glanced down at the wound, noticing slight swelling and a sharp sting. Hesitating, he decided to keep it a secret. Pulling down his pants leg to cover the injury, he forced himself to appear calm and rejoined the group.

No one noticed his unease as they all focused on catching their breath and regrouping after the intense battle.

The road behind the teaching building led straight to the campus supermarket. The group moved forward silently, the weight of the recent chaos heavy on their minds.

“Are we close to the supermarket?” Ethan Parker asked, panting heavily.

“It’s just ahead, but stay alert. There might be people or zombies inside. Once we reach it, gather as much water, food, and useful supplies as possible. After that, we’ll head back to the dormitory,” Jiang Ye said coldly.

Standing at the supermarket’s entrance, the group took a deep breath, steeling themselves for the next battle

The first rays of dawn filtered through the shattered windows of the campus. The group stood wearily in front of the supermarket. The glass doors had been smashed, and the damaged shelves inside were faintly visible. The air was thick with the stench of rot and dust, and the supermarket was eerily silent.

“Looks like there are no zombies,” Wang Han whispered, though his grip on the fire axe tightened.

“This quiet feels wrong. Stay vigilant once we’re inside,” Jiang Ye warned in a low voice. His eyes swept across the interior of the store, the Lingfeng Sword in his hand gleaming coldly in the faint light.

The long-haired girl held onto the glasses-wearing man’s hand, whispering, “Be careful. Stay with the group.” The short-haired girl stood at the back, gripping a metal rod tightly, her face tense with caution.

Jiang Ye stepped forward into the supermarket, shards of glass crunching softly under his feet.

Inside, the group found the shelves toppled over, with broken packaging and crushed cans scattered across the floor. From behind some of the shelves, faint sounds could be heard, like items sliding and falling.

“Find water and food first. Make it quick,” Jiang Ye instructed.

Wang Han and the short-haired girl moved toward the drinks section, finding a few intact bottles of mineral water and energy drinks. The long-haired girl, accompanied by the glasses-wearing man, searched through the shelves for dry food, managing to collect several packets of biscuits and bread.

“There are some canned goods here!” the short-haired girl whispered, stuffing the items into her backpack.

As the group worked, a loud crash suddenly echoed from deeper inside the store, breaking the eerie stillness.

“Gather up!” Jiang Ye barked softly, and everyone quickly moved toward him.

From behind the shelves, a shadow slowly emerged. Then, more guttural growls echoed from all directions. Several zombies staggered out of the shadows, their hollow eyes and dried blood-streaked faces twisted in hunger.

“Prepare to fight!” Jiang Ye said firmly, drawing the Lingfeng Sword.

Wang Han and the short-haired girl stood at the front, weapons in hand. Despite the fear in their eyes, they held their ground. The long-haired girl and the glasses-wearing man retreated to the back, trying to safeguard the supplies they had just collected.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, his body shifting slightly. The Lingfeng Sword moved fluidly like flowing water. With a flick of his wrist, he executed a move called “White Crane Spreads Its Wings,” slicing diagonally downward. The strike severed a zombie’s neck with precision, sending dark blood splattering everywhere. Spinning gracefully, he followed with “Cloud Hands,” deflecting the clawing hand of another zombie before reversing his grip and driving the sword into its skull.

Facing a third zombie, Jiang Ye lowered his stance into “Vajra Subdues the Demon,” slashing at the zombie’s legs and quickly tripping it. As the zombie fell, Jiang Ye leapt into the air and brought his sword down in a move called “Heavenly Horse Gallops,” finishing the creature decisively.

As the zombie horde closed in, Jiang Ye calmly adjusted his breathing and used the “Nine Palaces Step” technique, weaving nimbly between the undead. Each strike of his sword was as swift as lightning, targeting vital points with precision. His movements embodied the essence of Tai Chi Swordsmanship—graceful yet deadly, soft yet powerful.

Wang Han swung his fire axe clumsily but managed to bring down a zombie. Meanwhile, the short-haired girl smashed another zombie’s knee with her metal rod, knocking it to the ground.

Amid the chaos, the muscular man’s movements began to slow. Each swing of his weapon seemed weaker than the last, though he showed no overt signs of infection.

The short-haired girl noticed his condition and asked urgently, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m fine. Just tired,” the muscular man replied softly, trying to mask his discomfort.

His leg wound throbbed with pain, but no visible changes had occurred yet. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the metal bar and continued fending off the zombies.

Jiang Ye glanced at him and asked, “Can you keep going?”

“Of course,” the muscular man replied through gritted teeth, unwilling to reveal more.

As the number of zombies increased, Jiang Ye led the group to the back of the supermarket and into a storage room. They pushed open a heavy metal door, locked it behind them, and barricaded it with boxes and shelves.

The storage room was relatively spacious, with sealed boxes and scattered tools lining the walls. The group leaned against the walls, catching their breath.

“How many are still out there?” Wang Han asked, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

“Quite a few, but they’re held off for now,” Jiang Ye replied, his eyes scanning the storage room for another exit.

The short-haired girl stood beside the muscular man, frowning at the sweat beading on his forehead. “You’re really not okay,” she said.

“I told you, I’m fine!” the muscular man snapped, his tone defensive but still composed. He tugged his pant leg down to cover the faintly reddened wound.

Jiang Ye’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before shifting to a door on the other side of the room.

“We need to find another way out. Quickly,” Jiang Ye said, his tone edged with urgency.

The storage room grew increasingly tense as the muffled growls and scratching from the zombies outside continued.

“They could break in any moment,” Wang Han muttered, his grip on the fire axe slick with sweat.

“Check every possible exit. Keep quiet,” Jiang Ye ordered.

The short-haired girl glanced at the muscular man and whispered, “If there’s something wrong, you need to tell us.”

The muscular man forced a weak smile and replied, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Suddenly, a faint knocking came from the back door of the storage room, immediately drawing everyone’s attention.

“Could be another way out,” Jiang Ye said softly.

The group braced themselves, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Yet, the unresolved question of the muscular man’s condition loomed heavily over them.