Zombie Siege: The Road to Survival Begins at School - Chapter 14

The others all nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

You’re the grim reaper—of course we’ll listen to you.

“If you listen to me, you might just have a chance to survive,” Zhang Wei said after some thought.

Aside from Zhou An and Li Xiaoqian, he barely knew the others.
But after spending the past few days together, things had gone relatively smoothly.

Zhang Wei didn’t mind leading them in an escape from the school—
as long as they followed his orders.

“So, what do we do next?” Zhou An asked, visibly excited.

He knew what Zhang Wei was capable of.

If Zhang Wei said they could make it out alive, the odds were definitely in their favor.
It was just like back when they played games at the internet café—
As long as Zhang Wei said there was a chance to win and they followed his strategy, they almost always won.

“For now, we keep laying low. Let’s take stock of our food supplies first.”

Zhang Wei asked Zhou An to gather all the edible items in the dorm.

They spread everything out on one of the beds.

Everyone in the room crowded around, eager to see just how much they had left.

“There are 46 sausages, 26 packs of biscuits, no more drumsticks or wings—they were eaten by Zhang Ya and the others while you were out. Six pieces of beef jerky, about a dozen chocolate bars—though they’ve melted because of the heat… As for bottled water, we’ve got two cases, each with 24 bottles. We’ve been rationing, so there are 34 bottles left,” Zhou An listed.

“And then there’s—”

“That’s enough. That should be most of it.”

Zhou An had wanted to mention that there were still some instant noodle crumbs, a few loaves of bread, and two cup noodles in dorm 512.
But Zhang Wei cut him off.

He knew better than to reveal everything. In survival scenarios, you always keep a trump card.

That was rule number one in the apocalypse.

He didn’t fully trust Lu Renjia and the others.

Without hesitation, Zhang Wei openly shoved the beef jerky into his pocket.

That stuff was great for replenishing energy. He was going to save it for himself.

He remembered spending three or four hundred yuan at the store on those sausages—
The kind you could skewer with a stick and roast directly over a fire. Super popular at the school shop.

Just 3 yuan a stick, and he’d bought at least 100.

In the past three days, the five of them hadn’t eaten much.
Zhang Wei hadn’t handed out many sausages either.
Most of them had been wasted on the first day.

What a waste.

He’d been in the bathroom at the time and didn’t bother stopping them.

Because he’d figured: it’s just the first day, we’ll still have some food left.

Now, looking at the melted chocolate—still good for energy—he carefully stored it away.
It had only melted, not spoiled. It would still be edible later.

Luckily, of the 30 packs of biscuits, 26 were still left.
He’d specifically chosen breakfast biscuits when buying them.
Each pack weighed 350g—filling, though not tasty.

They were made of coarse grains and hard to swallow,
But that was exactly what Zhang Wei had wanted.

If he’d bought creamy or sandwich-style cookies, they’d probably all be gone by now.

Still not satisfied, Zhang Wei rummaged through the dorm again.
He knew every corner of this room.

In the end, he dug out:
—A bag of instant coffee
—Two tins of tea leaves
—An unopened pack of betel nuts
—A metal tub of protein powder
—A bottle of cola
—A few leftover instant noodle seasoning packets
—A bottle of calcium supplements
—A bottle of vitamin C tablets
—A box of cold medicine
—And two bags of salt he’d casually tossed in the storage cabinet when shopping.

“Damn, you’re amazing, Wei-ge!” Zhou An couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.

“If possible, I’d prefer if you didn’t call me Wei-ge,” Zhang Wei said seriously.

“Huh? Why not? I’ve always called you that…”

“Because ‘Wei Ge’ is also the name of a certain… drug.”

“Ohhh…” Zhou An chuckled awkwardly.
Yeah, he knew what that was. That kind of drug.

“Then what should I call you?”

“Call me Boss. Or Big Bro.”

“Got it, Wei-ge.”

Zhang Wei: “…”

“These are all the supplies we have,” Zhang Wei said helplessly.

If it were just him and Zhou An, it would’ve been plenty.
But now there were five people, meaning the food had to be divided into five portions and last at least four more days.

People are made of iron, and food is steel—go without a meal, and you’ll feel it.

One day without food? Not a big deal.
But three or four days of surviving on snacks?
That’s enough to make someone dizzy from hunger.

Zhang Wei tore open a seasoning packet, poured it into his mouth, and took a small sip of water.

Despite all his careful planning, he’d still ended up in this situation.

Plans never keep up with change.

He handed out three sausages, one pack of biscuits, and one bottle of water to each person.

“This is your daily ration. Everyone gets the same—no exceptions.
We need to conserve supplies.
You should even consider storing your urine in empty water bottles.
There might come a day when we have no choice…”

Zhang Wei deliberately exaggerated the danger to scare them into conserving resources.

He forgot he’d just pocketed the beef jerky in front of everyone.

Actually, the school still had water. And it would rain soon.

Once it did, they could bring the empty buckets from the bathroom up to the rooftop to collect rainwater.

As long as it was safe to do so.

And for that to happen, they had to secure the main entrance on the first floor
and clear out any remaining dangers from the first to the sixth floor.

Zhang Wei planned to do that after Day 7.

Because if a new threat popped up inside the dorm before then, all their efforts would be wasted.

For now, it was all about preserving strength and waiting.

With nothing better to do, Zhang Wei opened the bag of betel nuts, took one, and started chewing.

He handed one to Zhou An too.

“My mom says eating those things causes oral cancer.”

“It’s fine, one won’t kill you. Worst case, a mouth ulcer.”

“I’ll pass. I’m from the north. Not used to this stuff.”

“Wow, you that scared of dying?”

“Of course! Being alive is great.”

“Zhou An, I had a dream yesterday. You know how you died in it?”

“Let me guess. Oral cancer?”

“No. You fell off the rooftop while trying to save me.”

“Why would I save you? You’re the badass. Shouldn’t you be saving me?”

“Who knows? In the dream, the zombies rushed in like students at lunchtime,
sprinting to the cafeteria. Dozens of them swarmed from the first floor to the sixth in seconds…”

“So did you make it out?”

“I don’t know. But I’m sure you died from the fall.”