Zombie Siege: The Road to Survival Begins at School - Chapter 29

Li Xiaoqian was dead—just like Lin Feng, she’d been torn apart by a horde of zombies.

Zhang Wei was certain she had been used again.

But who was that staggering figure escaping with a giant trash bin over their head?

Could it be Xu Long? Could he really have survived after being burned that badly?

Zhang Wei watched as the figure fled in panic, a line of zombies in pursuit. Within seconds, they disappeared around the corner.

They were heading toward the school cafeteria.

There weren’t any good defensible spots in that direction.

Looked like they were just running blindly.

Still, the escape drew away a portion of the zombies.

Zhang Wei knew the situation had changed. The lock on the first-floor entrance must’ve been broken.

The commotion caused by Li Xiaoqian’s voice had already drawn a swarm of zombies to the entrance.

There was no longer any chance of going downstairs to relock the door.

So he immediately returned to the sixth-floor dorm.

The people in the dorm had already heard the chaos below and were preparing to barricade the door.

It was too late! They needed to head to the rooftop…

Zhang Wei knew that the scent of the ten or so survivors in Dorm 410 was a deadly lure for zombies.

The more people huddled together, the greater the danger.

Ironically, the rooftop was now the safest place.

Zhang Wei and four others grabbed all the supplies they had—including bottles of “mineral water” mixed with salt—and rushed to the rooftop.

They locked the iron gate between the sixth floor and the rooftop and hung bed sheets to block the zombies’ line of sight.

That was all Zhang Wei could think of doing for now.

Peering through the gap in the stairwell, he saw small groups of zombies already wandering upward.

They couldn’t see, and without a clear sense of direction, they were struggling with the stairs.

If this were flat ground, they’d already have swarmed the place.

On the rooftop, Zhang Wei and the others began throwing anything that could make noise—stainless steel lunch boxes, thermos flasks, ceramic bowls—off into the distance.

The noise would help lure the zombies away from the dorm building.

After a few throws, Zhang Wei stopped Zhou An and Lu Renjia from tossing more.

He realized it was no longer effective. Most of the zombies were still drawn to the bloody scent of Li Xiaoqian’s corpse.

Feeding was an instinct of all living things.

Who would’ve thought that even after losing their consciousness to the zombie virus, humans would retain the urge to attack and feed?

That’s what made this apocalypse so terrifying and brutal.

Before long, the sound of heavy banging echoed from below.

Zhang Wei knew it well—it was the sound of zombies slamming their heads into a door.

Having lived through many sieges in his previous life, he recognized it instantly.

He also heard something against the metal gate nearby. A zombie had made it to the sixth floor, following the scent of living people, and was now trying to climb higher.

Soon, even that noise stopped.

But the pounding downstairs grew more intense.

From Dorm 410 below, voices shouted in panic: “Hold it! Block it with something!”

Idiots. If they’d just kept quiet, the zombies might not have attacked so aggressively.

Moments later, there was a loud thud.

Zhang Wei knew what it meant. The door had collapsed.

Dorms 410 and 411 opened into the same large classroom. The doors were old wooden ones from over a decade ago, with no interior filling.

Zhang Wei had inspected them before—completely hollow frames.

The people in 410 could’ve escaped to the fifth floor instead. That dorm had solid metal doors with iron bedframes inside to barricade with. Those could have at least held for a while.

Zombies didn’t charge like people; they just rammed with their heads.

Even Xu Long and his gang couldn’t break down that fifth-floor door in the past.

Also, they shouldn’t have talked. It only riled up the zombies more.

If they’d tipped over the metal bedframes and propped them upright, they might’ve blocked the entrance even after the doors fell.

But it seemed no one had thought of that.

Fear is contagious. Facing zombies at a distance is one thing—facing them at your door is something else entirely.

Zhang Wei heard chaos erupt below—shouting, crashing, screams. The zombies had made it inside.

If they’d worked together, a dozen of them might’ve held their ground.

But the moment people started panicking or acting on their own, it was over.

Zhang Wei knew the people downstairs were doomed—and they might drag his group down with them.

He ordered everyone to stay far from the stairwell. That way, the scent of living people wouldn’t drift down.

In the apocalypse, zombies had a sense of smell as sharp as a dog’s. That’s how they hunted people even without sight.

The five of them huddled in a corner of the rooftop, nervously watching the entrance.

Even Zhang Wei pulled out his watermelon knife and wrapped the handle in cloth.

Now, he could kill without restraint.

The narrow iron gate between the rooftop and the stairwell was the perfect choke point.

One man could hold it against hundreds.

Before, he’d avoided fighting because of his weak body—and the fear of getting zombie bl00d on him and mutating.

But now the seven-day safety window had passed, and he had nothing to fear.

Compared to the zombie hordes from his past life, this was child’s play.

With just a watermelon knife, he could wade through them like a fish in water, carving his way through again and again.

But this body still wasn’t fully reliable.

And the four people behind him had zero combat experience.

That’s why Zhang Wei had chosen to avoid direct confrontation for now.

He was waiting—for the zombies feeding on Li Xiaoqian’s corpse to disperse.

Waiting for everyone on the fourth floor to die…

It wasn’t selfishness. This was just how survival worked in the apocalypse: only do what’s within your power.

Zhang Wei looked up at the sky. It looked like rain again.

Rain might wash away the smell of bl00d.

Then came the sound of breaking glass. Someone on the fourth floor had jumped.

He peered through his monocular and saw a student from the sports class fall onto a small camphor tree in the greenery below.

The tree couldn’t support his weight. He hit the ground hard but didn’t die. Limping, he tried to run.

He hadn’t gotten more than twenty meters before a female zombie sprang out of nowhere, tackled him, and bit into his throat.

She wore a white blouse, plaid skirt, and had twin pigtails. She sat on top of him and began to chew…

“So creepy!” Zhao Zhenxiong couldn’t help but cover his mouth.

“Now you know what a ‘moe girl’ really is, huh?”

Another crash followed. Someone else had jumped.

Zhang Wei looked again. Another student had tried the same trick, aiming for the tree.

But the branches snapped. He fell straight to the ground.

Half-dead, nearly unconscious. But the approaching zombies’ bites snapped him awake, and screams of agony filled the air.

One after another, more people jumped—landing on concrete, half-dead and helpless.

Zhang Wei understood the psychology. It was like a burning building—better to jump than be burned alive.

A desperate gamble for a sliver of hope.

But from the moment that door gave way, the fate of those ten sports students had been sealed.

No one survived.