March 18, 2025 — 08:46 AM
Longwan University — Eastern Gate Exit / Connecting Streets
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The zombies...
Wandering. Sniffing. Swaying like meat puppets whose strings had frayed. Some wore student uniforms, others security vests crusted in black.
"Twenty-seven... maybe thirty," Zhou Xue whispered.
Mu Qinglan's eyes narrowed. "We could avoid them."
"Not cleanly. They're spread out."
Yifei nodded at me. "You want me to charge?"
"No." I turned to the back. "Archers."
Chen Xun and Deng Hua stepped forward — Liang Qiu a second later. Each one drew arrows from the shoulder bags I gave them. Light carbon shafts. Reinforced tips. I saw their fingers tremble — not with fear, but readiness.
"Fire only on my signal," I said.
They nodded.
Zhou Xue pointed to a crumbled retaining wall about ten meters ahead. "That spot's raised. Good elevation. Clear line of fire."
"Move there. Now."
The three archers crept forward.
Not one zombie noticed.
Yet.
