Library

Shaun headed towards the library.

After all, he couldn't go back now. He could use this time to infect the survivors in other parts of the school and earn some extra points!

Upon entering the library, Shaun was struck by a sudden realization.

Indeed, the library was different. It was exquisitely decorated and carried an air of solemnity.

Numerous zo·mbies roamed around each bookshelf, resembling university students in peacetime.

But unfortunately, the scene had drastically changed.

Hey! Zombie over there, don't gnaw on the bookshelves!

Show some manners!

Shaun raised his right hand, his expression stern. As a new species, why did he lack basic etiquette?

There were barriers at the entrance of the library, similar to those in the subway, requiring a student card to pass through.

However, how could these barriers stop Shaun?

He braced with his left hand and took a step with his right foot, gracefully hurdling over them like an athlete in a peacetime movie.

His movements were seamless and elegant, a truly stylish performance!

Bang!

Crack!

Time seemed to freeze in that moment!

Shaun's hands pressed against the ground. He rose nonchalantly, brushing off the dust from his leather jacket as if nothing had happened.

His nose twitched slightly. He surveyed the ground floor and promptly moved upstairs to continue his search.

Hmm?

Shaun's body trembled. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and slowly drew the toy sword from his back.

For a moment, a fierce killing intent pervaded the air. The surrounding dust seemed to swirl around him, his aura overpowering.

He moved with the grace of a medieval knight, advancing with a purpose... towards the women's restroom!

At this moment, Tara's face turned pale, her petite body trembling with fear, evoking sympathy.

Even on weekends, she would study in the library.

But after a blinding light, a bloody dusk descended.

Without a hint of preparation or consideration, the apocalypse had arrived!

Luckily, she had brought snacks to the library, as a little indulgence during her weekend study sessions. With so few people around on weekends, why not?

After all, it was one of her hobbies. Little did she know that this hobby would save her.

She saw a student not far away suddenly collapse to the ground, legs convulsing wildly, knocking over several chairs.

She thought he might have learned some dance moves during his study break just to get her attention.

But when she saw the top student standing up, she was jolted with shock.

The zombie-like appearance of the person before her made her rush to the last stall of the women's restroom, afraid to come out again.

Time went by slowly, and she hoped someone would come to rescue her. After all, Monday was just around the corner, and students would surely come to the library.

But her hopes were dashed!

The beastly roars from outside gradually drove her into despair.

Through the window, she saw the blood-red sun and the "alumni" wandering around the campus.

The world had changed!

Luckily, Tara had enough snacks to sustain her for a while. The toilets still flushed, which helped.

Day ten of the apocalypse!

Tara had completely lost hope. Everything remained unchanged, except for the diminishing food supplies.

Footsteps, barely audible, approached, accompanied by the sound of something scraping the ground.

Shaun's nose twitched. The toy sword dragged along the ground as he walked directly to the last stall of the restroom.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A gentle knocking sound echoed!

Tara jumped, but she forced herself to remain silent.

The knocking continued, but no one spoke.

This eerie situation sent shivers down her spine.

But the knocking persisted.

She couldn't take it anymore and whispered softly.

"Is someone here to rescue me?"

Shaun glanced at the restroom door, realizing he probably couldn't flip it over. Especially since he had slipped at the entrance just moments ago.

There were relatively large gaps beneath the restroom doors.

In peacetime...

Out of curiosity, Shaun had once lowered his head in the restroom to peek at the guy in the neighboring stall.

It was the most awkward eye contact of Shaun's life.

Some things were better left unremembered!

Shaun collected his thoughts and extended his gloved right hand into the restroom, making an "OK" gesture inside.

The other person should understand!

Although Tara felt excited, she hadn't lost her rationality.

In the face of the apocalypse, zombies were always zombies, but humans might not be humans!

"Can you say something? Do you have any identification?"

Shaun suddenly froze, finding it hard to comprehend.

Identification?

A legal zombie infection permit? Where could he possibly get one!

He knew the other person was highly cautious and wouldn't open the door so easily.

He turned to leave, needing to find something to prove his identity.

He thought it would be easy to find paper and a pen in the library, but after wandering around, he realized something.

There were only smartphones on the tables, not a single pen!!

He picked up one of the smartphones and pressed a random button.

Hmm?

The screen of the smartphone actually lit up!

It had been the tenth day of the apocalypse. A phone that could be on standby for ten days?

He opened it to find that there was no password set. He could use it directly. While there was no paper or pen, it would still work.

He opened a note and prepared to input some information for the restroom survivor to see.

But the preloaded information on it caught him off guard.

"8:00 AM to 11:00 AM, gaming!"

"2:00 PM to 5:00 PM, gaming!"

"6:00 PM to 10:00 PM, gaming!"

"10:00 PM to 11:00 PM, studying!"

"What a fulfilling and happy day!"

...

Shaun promptly deleted the original information.

If someone saw that, they might think he wasn't a good zombie.

"Hello, I'm here to rescue you!"

He handed the phone into the restroom, initiating his "seduction" plan.

Before long, the phone was thrown out.

Shaun's expression froze. Was the person inside this cautious? Had they instantly seen through his plan?

He had originally thought of crouching down and biting when the person inside reached out their hand!

After all, biting the neck or the hand would both lead to infection.

"Are you a student at the school? Why aren't you speaking?"

Ten minutes passed...

Tara began to feel regretful. Could it be that she had been too cautious, causing the other person to become impatient and leave?

"Although I'm very handsome, I'm mute. I came from the school activity center to rescue you!"

Shaun handed the phone in with his left hand. His right hand was trembling continuously, resembling a mad claw.

Typing as a zombie was truly tormenting!

Tara looked at the words on the phone, feeling slightly relieved.

Though he was conceited, he probably wasn't a bad person!

Creak!

The restroom door swung open, and Tara froze in place.

She saw a person squatting on the ground wearing sunglasses and a mask, dressed in a leather jacket. There was even a toy sword on the ground.

The most peculiar thing was that his right hand kept twitching and shaking.

"Are you having a seizure?"

Tara also crouched down, looking at his right hand with concern.

A seizure? Seriously!

Did I have to go through all this just to type on a phone?

Shaun saw the delicate face close at hand, let out an eerie roar, and lunged forward.

"Freak! Pervert!"

Scream! Scream!

Shaun let out an inhuman roar, his trembling right hand finally removed the mask. He was immensely excited, directly biting down.

"Ah!"

Intense pain surged, and it seemed she finally realized that the guy wasn't a pervert?

She finally saw Shaun's appearance, although he still wore sunglasses. But his mouth was covered in blood, and he kept roaring.

A zombie?

Tara didn't have time to think further. Her consciousness was gradually fading.

Just before she completely collapsed, she murmured.

"You lied to me. You're not handsome at all..."