Shao gripped the cold metal of the balcony railing tightly, his fingers numb from the biting night air. He pulled himself higher, his muscles straining, and peered over the edge.
Below him, the school grounds stretched out in eerie silence, a battlefield abandoned in the wake of chaos.
Shadows flickered between the buildings, the dim emergency lights casting long, jagged silhouettes.
There—a flash of yellow.
Shao's pulse quickened. The school bus was still there, parked near the far corner of the building, half-hidden in the darkness. If they could just make it down to that bus, if they could reach it before the undead overran them, they might have a chance. A real chance.
"Are you sure we can get to the bus through the fire escape?" he asked, his voice hushed yet urgent. His brother, Lu Zhi, stood beside him, equally tense.