Zombie Siege: The Road to Survival Begins at School - Chapter 30

Zhang Wei withdrew his gaze. In his previous life, he had seen too much of humanity’s dark side, too many gruesome scenes.

What he was seeing now merely brought back fragments of those memories.

Maybe he could have saved those people—but could he save everyone?

Human nature was unpredictable. These P.E. students weren’t like Zhao Zhenxiong, a lone individual. With more than ten of them together, they had already formed an exclusive clique.

Zhang Wei knew that his own group would never be accepted among them.

If anything unexpected happened, they would absolutely be the first to be sacrificed.

Still, maybe it was for the best that these people were dead. Zhang Wei figured he could now put his plans into motion ahead of schedule.

He had originally intended to wait until they starved to death without food and turned into zombies, then move in and clean up.

Now, things were moving up by at least half a month.

Zhang Wei had estimated that, even without food, those P.E. students could survive ten to fifteen days with just drinking water.

Listening to the zombie howls downstairs and watching people jumping from windows in panic, Zhang Wei was sure—aside from the one guy stumbling away with a trash can over his head who might or might not be Xu Long, the rest were all dead.

He even saw several zombies, roused by the screams from the ground, jumping down from windows after them.

As for whether that person was Xu Long, Zhang Wei didn’t care. If someone in that condition could survive for days without turning, he wouldn’t believe it.

But from his vantage point, he could only see the trash can. The person’s clothing and build were obscured.

“Maybe it was someone else!”

“What should we do now?” Zhou An asked. This was the first time he’d seen anything like this. Just days ago, those ten or so guys were still taking showers and collecting rainwater. Now they were all dead—it was hard to accept.

This wasn’t like the start of the outbreak, when death was everywhere and people became numb to it.

These were survivors from that initial chaos.

And they weren’t just anyone—they were physically fit P.E. students.

This made the remaining survivors on the rooftop feel a wave of anxiety.

If things got worse, they might end up jumping off the roof too.

“For now, we wait. Let’s see if the zombies thin out by tomorrow,” Zhang Wei said, making the call.

Then he took out his monocular again and resumed observing the area across from them. In front and slightly to the right of the boys’ dorm was the academic building where Zhang Wei had once taken exams. It was about a three-minute walk—or just one minute if running.

But there was no point in going there. No supplies, just classrooms full of zombies.

To the left front of the dorm was the school cafeteria. It had three floors, with dining areas on the first and second floors.

The third floor housed a large indoor basketball court and several rows of spectator seating.

Part of the first floor had been converted into a school convenience store—that’s where Zhang Wei had gathered supplies before.

Part of the second floor held the school’s infirmary—the place where Zhang Ya and the others had forced Zhang Wei to fetch painkillers.

The third floor also had a storage room for sports gear and industrial equipment, plus some kitchen tools. That room was locked, and the vice principal, Wang Jing, had a spare key.

Zhang Wei shifted his gaze to the other side of the dorm. From that angle, he could see the girls’ dormitory. Not long ago, he had been there and heard signs of survivors.

Further off in the distance were the faculty apartments, the library, and the school’s information technology building.

The IT building was a standalone structure, housing the computer labs and the school’s power systems.

Zhang Wei swept his monocular across the balconies and windows of the girls’ dormitory again.

Still, no sign of anyone.

But he did see that cat again.

It was a fat white cat. He’d seen it before, walking along the perimeter wall of the girls’ dorm before slipping through a barred window on the first floor and disappearing.

So why was it now on a third-floor balcony?

Could the survivors be in that room?

Zhang Wei adjusted the monocular’s focus to get a clearer view inside the girls’ dorm. But the view was blocked by a bunch of skirts and pants hanging out to dry.

Still, a white lace pair of panties stood out—just as eye-catching as the cat.

“What are you looking at, boss?” Zhou An patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder.

Zhang Wei flinched. He’d been “guilty of peeking,” after all.

“Nothing—just saw that white cat again…”

“It didn’t get eaten by zombies?”

“No way. Cats are quick. Even regular people have trouble catching one, let alone zombies. And they walk without making a sound—their paws have pads…”

“I know, I have a cat at home. Soft and squishy.”

“Really?” Zhang Wei was curious. He’d never owned a cat. His grandma once told him that they used to have one that caught mice in the grain shed.

But that cat had died after eating a poisoned rat.

Just like how his grandma remembered Zhang Wei’s grandfather—he was fine at first, then one day couldn’t get out of bed, and not long after, he passed away.

There weren’t any photos left in the house. Zhang Wei didn’t even know what his grandfather looked like.

Whenever he tried to imagine him, he’d think of the photo Lin Feng used to threaten him—the one of Zhou An and his grandma.

Zhang Wei couldn’t help but feel that Zhou An’s image was starting to overlap with that of his grandfather…

What an outrageous thought.

“How the hell did Zhou An turn into my grandpa?!”

…

The next day, Zhang Wei unlocked the door, then locked it again from the inside and tossed the key to Zhou An.

This time, he was going alone—to clear the zombies from the building.

There were only three zombies on the sixth floor. They had probably been drawn there by yesterday’s commotion.

The three zombies were originally facing away from him, but for some reason—perhaps the smell—they suddenly turned and charged.

Zhang Wei was actually pleased. He didn’t like ambushing zombies from behind.

He stabbed one cleanly through the eye, then kicked it square in the chest. It collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

Without even wiping the filth from his watermelon knife, Zhang Wei gave it a clean horizontal slash.

The zombie’s head separated from its body, but the body kept stumbling forward for a moment, while the head hit the floor with a thud.

There wasn’t much bl00d—probably because it had already bled out after being bitten.

Only one of the zombie’s arms remained. The other had been chewed off from the shoulder, the jagged stump covered in gnaw marks.

It reminded Zhang Wei of himself in his previous life, when he’d lost an arm—people even jokingly called him “Heartbroken Palm”—like Yang Guo.

He descended to the next floor.

To his surprise, there wasn’t a single zombie on that level.

Maybe the screams from Room 410 had drawn them all away.

Zhang Wei checked Rooms 511 and 512, just to be sure no zombies were hiding inside, ready to ambush him.

The doors had been left open. He had prepared them for Li Xiaoqian.

If she had run upstairs from Room 410—even if she hadn’t made it to the sixth floor or the rooftop—she might still be alive.

Zhang Wei continued down to the fourth floor.

Oddly, the hallway was empty.

But he knew most of the zombies had gathered in Room 410. From a distance, he saw that the door had collapsed inward. He could still hear faint growling inside.

These would be the toughest ones to deal with—freshly turned P.E. students. They still had excellent vision.