Chapter 5 [You have successfully killed a beginner-level zombie...]
Qin Yufei was actually infected!
Song Rushuang's eyes widened, and no longer caring about what would happen to Yu Cheng, who was being targeted by the zombie Qin Yufei, she suddenly jumped up, turned around, and ran towards her two roommates.
"Run!"
The crowd had already started to riot, and if you listened carefully, you could hear several exclamations throughout the cafeteria hall, not just from one spot.
"Someone has mutated!"
"Run! There are zombies here!"
The hall itself wasn't small, but with so many students standing there, and tables and chairs blocking the way, escaping was extremely difficult.
Fortunately, the trio of 1111 were already located near the edge of the window, where a large open area without tables and chairs was left for students to line up, which allowed them to slip away along the side.
The cafeteria was in complete chaos, but the trio had already made their way to the far end of the hall.
There is a staircase here that leads to the second floor.
The cafeteria entrance was blocked by students from the start, so there shouldn't be any zombies on the second floor.
Without hesitation, they rushed upstairs, taking three steps at a time. Before they even got their bearings, Song Rushuang had already scanned the area with her sharp eyes: "This way!"
She swept past rows of tables and chairs and went straight into a corridor. Sure enough, at the end she saw a closed room with the words "Storage Room" written on it. Her eyes lit up immediately, as if she had seen a ray of hope.
Even more surprisingly, the door was ajar, and they could lock it once inside. If they were even luckier, there might be food and water inside, which could sustain them for quite some time, just like in the novels!
Song Rushuang's mind had never worked this fast even during the college entrance examination. She was overjoyed, but suddenly someone bumped her shoulder hard!
Like being rammed head-on by a large truck, Song Rushuang slammed heavily against the corridor wall.
A sharp pain shot through her shoulders, making her feel like they were about to fall apart. She groaned, tears welling up in her eyes. Through her blurry vision, she saw a sturdy figure leap past her, rushing towards the door with an agility beyond his years.
Clearly, she wasn't the only one with the same idea.
"What are you doing, rushing to be reborn?" Zhang Han shouted angrily, helping Song Rushuang up.
The man ignored him, quickly opened the door, and only glanced back as he stepped inside, revealing a smug look of victory.
In a flash, Song Rushuang realized that the face looked somewhat familiar.
—Isn't this the same guy who takes his underwear home to wash for his mom at the school gate?
They can't carry water or do laundry, so why are they so quick to grab a room?!
"Oh no!" Shen Qingqing suddenly accelerated, even trying to stop him with her hands, but she was too late.
The door slammed shut, almost catching her.
Judging from the force with which the boy slammed the door, he didn't seem to care about Shen Qingqing behind him at all; in fact, it even had a threatening tone.
If that clamp had been firmly planted, her right hand would likely have been fractured.
But Shen Qingqing didn't have time to worry about the lingering fear. She turned around and tried to pry open the doorknob. There was a click in the room, and the door was locked.
The three girls' expressions changed drastically, and a boy's voice came from inside the room: "I was here first, you can go find somewhere else."
The three were stunned.
"Are you crazy! This room is big enough for more than one person to hide in." Zhang Han stomped her foot in anger, but still managed to lower her voice in her shock and fury, "The zombies are coming soon, let us in quickly."
"At worst, we'll leave once the zombies are gone. We won't fight you for it, okay?" Shen Qingqing said through gritted teeth.
This is the last room in the corridor. If we go back to find the room now, what if we run into a zombie that's chasing us?
The risk was too great, so naturally they refused.
Unfortunately, no matter what the two said, the people in the room remained silent, clearly determined not to share.
The sounds of rummaging through drawers and cabinets came from inside the house. The other party was probably taking inventory of what was originally their safe house and smugly looting supplies.
Thinking of this, Song Rushuang felt a surge of anger.
But now is not the time to be angry.
She made a quick decision and said in a deep voice, "Quickly, let's find somewhere else to hide."
This delay has wasted a lot of time.
As she turned to walk back, Zhang Han was the first to stop. A scream was about to escape her lips, but she quickly covered it up.
A zombie staggered down the corridor. Whether it had a built-in human radar or had caught the scent of food, it turned its head and its eyes met Zhang Han's.
Fresh blood flowed from the wound on the zombie's neck, staining a large area of its clothes red, and the skin still retained the color of a living person's blood.
This is not the first batch of zombies.
These are their classmates.
Shen Qingqing took a step back, her face pale. Zhang Han's eyelashes were wet with tears, and her body trembled violently with fear.
The narrow corridor had only one exit, and zombies were closing in. The three of them had nothing to use as weapons. If this continued, they would soon end up like the new classmate in front of them.
...No, who said they didn't have weapons?
Song Rushuang's gaze shifted to her right hand, where there was a large red kettle.
The water bottle, though not filled with water, was quite lightweight. She used it to ward off a zombie when she was outdoors, and found it somewhat useful. Plus, she felt unsafe with her hands empty, so she kept carrying it.
Can we use it again this time?
Song Rushuang took a deep breath and felt as if the blood was being drawn from her limbs. Her hands and feet went numb, and she knew that fear was the culprit.
She was very familiar with this kind of fear.
Song Rushuang was never the kind of calm and collected, "tough-hearted" child that teachers and parents described.
Perhaps she realized how important this matter was, or perhaps she lacked the courage to bear the consequences of messing it up. From elementary school performances and entrance exams for cram schools to life-changing middle school and college entrance exams, she always felt a suffocating fear enveloping her in important situations.
This fear didn't improve with age; instead, it intensified. This is because the circumstances we face in life become increasingly important, and the impact of a single failure on our destiny becomes more profound.
She never truly overcame this fear, but she learned how to cope with it throughout her life:
Take a deep breath—
Then she went to do what she was supposed to do.
...
The cold, hard plastic handle had unsharpened burrs that pricked her palm. Normally, Song Rushuang would probably have screamed and thrown it away immediately, and would have complained about the poor craftsmanship. But at this moment, she gripped the kettle tightly as if it were her last lifeline, moving her stiff fingers to tighten her grip.
The zombies are still getting closer.
Three meters, two meters, one meter.
The broken body exhaled foul air, its warmth gone, brushing against Song Rushuang's cheek like a soft, cold sigh.
At that moment, she mustered all her strength and threw the water bottle in her hand at the zombie's head and face.
The zombie stumbled and crashed into the wall. With a bang, the kettle shattered, shards flying in all directions, their recoil force grazing Song Rushuang's skin.
She winced in pain, but the zombie had already steadied itself and lunged at her with its mouth wide open.
Song Rushuang felt a chill run down her spine and momentarily forgot to take any action.
Is she going to die here?
"Like a pair!"
Behind her, Shen Qingqing threw the sun protection clothing that Zhang Han had hurriedly taken off onto the zombie's face.
The zombie lost its sight, roaring and shaking its head violently. Song Rushuang also regained her senses at this moment, bent down and picked up the largest piece of plastic shell from the water bottle, and stabbed the sharp end at the zombie.
With her eyes half-closed, she stabbed haphazardly, until finally, as her sun-protective clothing slipped down, she felt the resistance as the needles pierced her flesh.
The zombie's body went limp and it collapsed with a thud.
You have successfully killed a low-level zombie!
[Points +1]
Current points: 1 (Total points: 1)
Amidst increasingly heavy breaths, Song Rushuang could hear her own heartbeat clearly.
...She is still alive.
Song Rushuang's pupils widened slightly as she stared intently at the fallen zombie.
The triangular fragment pierced its eyeball and penetrated the back of its head, causing its fatal injury.
She did it? She did it!
She actually killed a zombie!
After confirming, Song Rushuang jumped up suddenly, then stopped.
Wait, did she just hear something in her ear?
*
Three minutes later, in the women's restroom deep on the second floor.
The trio locked the toilet door and then used a mop to hold the lock shut before finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Their hearts were still pounding as they thought about the adventure they had just experienced.
Before she could catch her breath, Shen Qingqing asked, "Ru Shuang, you just said that you heard a kill notification sound the moment you killed the zombie. Is that true?"
"Hmm, it says I've earned some points." Song Rushuang had already connected the strange watch to the points mentioned on it, and quickly opened the page. Sure enough, the [Student Information] section had been updated.
Name: Song Rushuang
...
Current points: 1
Current school-wide ranking: N/A (will be updated after the first assessment)
Song Rushuang pursed her lips: "Could this be the so-called first assessment...?"
The screams outside gradually subsided, and she guessed that her classmates had either been attacked and killed, turned into zombies, or, like them, found a place to hide.
Since the zombie horde appeared, the three of them have been running for their lives almost the entire time, with no time to calmly think. Now that they are temporarily safe, the broadcast and the strange watch finally resurface in their minds.
Shen Qingqing spoke first: "The broadcast just now said that this is a mock assessment for class division. It seems that the assessment score is determined by the number of zombies killed. The more you kill, the better your final school ranking should be. I just don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing."
Song Rushuang pondered, "The watch was a gift from the school when I registered, and the announcements were made through the school's loudspeakers, so this assessment must have been orchestrated by the school—but why?"
Her face was pale, and her mind was filled with scenes from death games in infinite flow novels.
The school administration seems to have lost its mind to put on such a bloody and chaotic large-scale "assessment," and who knows what even more outrageous things they might do next.
For some reason, Song Rushuang suddenly remembered the carefree figure strolling among the horde of corpses.
Perhaps it was because the voice on the radio also had a languid tone that she inexplicably connected the two.
Zhang Han was still shaken, her cheeks wet with tears. She had been terrified when she saw the zombie pounce on Song Rushuang, fearing for her roommate's safety. She had only just calmed down and was now completely dumbfounded listening to the two of them calmly analyzing the situation.
"You guys are amazing! You can still think straight at a time like this? Aren't you going to take a break? You might have to run for your lives later..."
Song Rushuang shook her head: "Probably not."
Shen Qingqing chimed in, "The person on the radio just said that the assessment will last for one hour, and something is bound to happen after one hour."
She glanced at her watch; the countdown was still ticking away.
"Thirty minutes left, let's wait and see."
Zhang Han, who felt like she'd missed out on a fortune because she didn't have a watch: "..."
She looked down in despair at her latest high-end digital watch, worth over six thousand yuan, and for the first time felt a little disgusted.
*
As the countdown ended, the buzzing sound of the campus broadcast system finally rang out again amidst everyone's anticipation.
The crowd, hiding in various corners of the campus, stared at the loudspeaker above their heads with a mixture of anticipation and fear, a completely different mindset from an hour ago.
I hope it will bring a turning point, but I also fear falling into deeper despair.
[Congratulations to the remaining 1347 students who survived to the end! You have passed the first test and will receive a reward of 5 points.]
The same female voice came over the radio again, and she even clapped twice.
The system standing nearby didn't dare to say anything. Fu Qing thought he meant well, but to the uninformed crowd, it was probably full of mockery.
The principal, who had already incurred enough hatred even before showing his face, continued:
[Next, all new students, please assemble in the auditorium. The opening ceremony will begin promptly in ten minutes.]
Please do not be late. Late students will be punished.
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