Zombie Siege: The Road to Survival Begins at School - Chapter 19

Zhao Zhenxiong excitedly lunged forward, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it into his mouth, all while exclaiming how good it tasted.

Zhang Wei tried one piece himself—it actually wasn’t bad.

Seeing this, Lu Renjia and Zhou An followed suit and began eating too.

“I told you it was edible, didn’t I?”

“How did you know there was dog food here?”

“Have you ever seen someone walking a dog around the school?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it a bunch of times. A big white Samoyed, right? It was on a chain leash, and the owner was a woman in her forties or fifties.”

“Right, that’s the discipline director’s wife.”

“You mean Director Wang Jing’s wife? What’s that got to do with the dog food?”

“You guessed it. It actually does have something to do with it. The student who lives in this dorm is Wang Jiahao—he’s the discipline director’s son. I’ve talked to him a few times. Their dog is purebred and only eats imported American dog food. Otherwise, it sheds like crazy. So he orders it online from Amazon every week. Since summer break is over two months long and deliveries can’t get in after the school closes, he bought enough to last the whole break all at once. A few days ago, I saw a courier delivering several packages right to this dorm. Since we’ve been in exam week, he definitely hasn’t had the chance to move the dog food downstairs yet.”

“So that’s how it is.”

Zhang Wei took stock of the dog food—eight large bags, easily weighing seventy to eighty jin around 35–40 kg.

If it could actually fill their stomachs, they could ration it out. One person could probably stretch it for half a year or more.

That said, there was still the risk of an upset stomach. After all, it was meant for dogs, and their digestive systems aren’t the same as humans’.

Zhang Wei packed one bag into his backpack—it was heavy, weighing him down. Carrying too much would affect mobility, so he planned to come back later for the rest.

Zhou An saw Zhao Zhenxiong still munching nonstop and tried to stop him. Someone who’s been starving and suddenly overeats could easily die from it.

“People in dramas or documentaries who are weak from illness always start with porridge or something light, right?”

“Relax, this stuff won’t kill me. It’s imported dog food—basically compressed beef. Don’t underestimate these little bags; they cost fifty to sixty U.S. dollars each!”

Fifty to sixty bucks—that’s over three hundred yuan.

Each bag weighed ten or so jin about 5 kg, just enough to last a big dog like a Samoyed for a week.

Zhang Wei couldn’t help but think that the dog ate better in a week than he did. His weekly cafeteria budget barely broke a hundred yuan.

After finishing another handful, Zhao Zhenxiong finally stopped, though clearly still craving more.

“I know this whole sixth floor like the back of my hand,” he offered. “I’ll help you guys find more stuff.”

Zhang Wei understood what he meant—he wanted a share of whatever supplies they found.

Zhang Wei nodded in agreement.

Zhao Zhenxiong was a smoker and a social butterfly, the kind who got along with everyone. In no time, he was chatting warmly with Zhou An and Lu Renjia.

Apparently, he’d visited almost every room before. He knew exactly which beds belonged to rich kids, who were sons of officials, and which dorms were filled with aggressive types.

It didn’t take long for them to finish searching all twenty dorms on the sixth floor.

The four of them managed to scavenge a fair amount of food and daily necessities. Each of them also found a large backpack, copying Zhang Wei’s strategy and carrying the loot on their backs.

After all, you couldn’t carry much by hand—and sometimes you needed your hands free for weapons, just in case.

Zhao Zhenxiong even found an unopened box of Durex. Who knew which student had brought it for fun? Zhang Wei accepted it without fuss.

He knew that in an apocalypse, something like this could be incredibly useful. In his past life, there was one time he’d used condoms to escape from a horde of zombies.

“I can’t believe you’re the only one who survived on this whole floor,” Zhang Wei said, sounding a little down.

He had thought they’d find at least three to five other survivors on the sixth floor.

But apparently, not everyone thought that higher floors were safer.

When the outbreak first began, many students panicked. They assumed the zombie infection was limited to the school’s interior and instinctively tried to escape campus—never realizing that the world outside, without shelter, would be even more dangerous.

Zhang Wei himself had climbed over the wall in his past life, only to run into even more zombies. He barely escaped using a bicycle and furious pedaling.

Now, the story had changed.

Zhang Wei knew his original escape plan was no longer viable.

Four or five days had passed by now. The outside world must have changed drastically.

If he could just wait seven days, the zombie population would hit a sort of saturation point—those destined to survive would live, and those doomed to die would already be gone.

That would be the time to move out and head for the better strongholds he’d known from his previous life.

While gathering supplies, Zhang Wei invited Zhao Zhenxiong to come downstairs and live together—they could watch shifts and have each other’s backs.

Zhao Zhenxiong declined, saying he couldn’t sleep in someone else’s bed.

This guy had survived four or five days in his dorm living off just one pomelo. Now that he had food, he was feeling relaxed again.

He firmly believed that “rescue” was coming soon.

The power had been out for a day, the water for four—surely that would spark public outrage in the city.

The four of them regrouped in Zhao Zhenxiong’s dorm, Room 608, and redistributed their supplies, including those eight bags of dog food.

Zhang Wei even gave Zhao Zhenxiong one of the two pairs of underwear he’d brought with him.

Zhao Zhenxiong refused at first, but then Zhang Wei said, “Take it. We’ve got two girls downstairs. This is men’s boxer briefs—no use for them.”

“There are girls?!” Zhao Zhenxiong’s eyes lit up.

Lu Renjia looked visibly on guard.

“Don’t act like that. I’ll lay it out for you. One of them is named Hu Die—she’s Lu Renjia’s girlfriend. So you can give up on that. The other one’s Li Xiaoqian, she’s my classmate. I can introduce you if you’re interested.”

“That’s great!” Zhao Zhenxiong said, beaming. He glanced at the bed across from him and spotted a half-burnt cigarette under it. He picked it up and lit it.

“You really don’t want to come downstairs with us?” Zhang Wei asked one last time.

“Nah. But I might come down later to meet the girls. Besides, staying on the sixth floor isn’t just about the bed—I think if a helicopter flies by or something, it’s easier to spot from up here. Maybe I’ll even light some bedding in the hallway to create a smoke signal…” Zhao Zhenxiong explained.

“All right. Good luck, then.” Zhang Wei shook his hand in farewell.

Knock knock knock! When they reached the fifth floor, Zhang Wei gently knocked on the door with the back of his hand.

No response.

He knocked again.

Still no answer.

“Hu Die?” Lu Renjia called out softly, but there was still no reply.

Zhang Wei quickly pulled out the key and opened the door—only to find the room completely empty.

Everything was gone. Even the food and water they had stored there had vanished…