Jiao Lizhi didn't understand how time and space worked in her space and had no intention of figuring it out. As long as her space benefited her, that was all that mattered.
Before leaving the tree, she put on a black mask. Then, she stored her backpack into her space and took out a stun gun and taser—gifts from her high school deskmate for self-defense.
Holding the items, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. It had been years since she last saw him. Had he survived the apocalypse, or had he turned into a zombie?
Shaking off the thoughts, she took a deep breath to focus.
After ensuring the area was clear of zombies, she climbed down and made her way toward the lecture hall building. Instead of entering through the front door, she climbed in through the restroom's window.
Upon entering the restroom area, she was immediately hit by the stench of unflushed toilets due to the lack of water.