Lost Land (GL)

Chapter 5: The Fifth Night

The classroom, bathed in the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, was a scene of unimaginable horror. Mo Ran, rooted to the spot, watched in numb disbelief as the living nightmare unfolded before her eyes.

The world, once familiar and comforting, had become a grotesque parody of itself.

One of the zombies, its head lowered, gnawed on a piece of flesh, its eyes glazed and vacant. Then, as if sensing her presence, it raised its head, its blood-stained face a mask of primal hunger.

It had found her.

Run!

Panic seized Mo Ran, her pupils dilating in fear. She met the zombie's gaze, her body heavy and unresponsive, her legs rooted to the ground.

In that terrifying moment, the zombies, as if driven by a collective instinct, sprang to their feet and surged towards the window. The cacophony of crashing desks and chairs added to the growing sense of dread.

With a desperate cry, Mo Ran slammed the window shut, a desperate barrier against the encroaching horror.

"Bang!" The zombies slammed into the glass, their desperate claws scratching at the surface, their guttural roars echoing through the night.

Mo Ran pressed against the windowsill, her body trembling with exertion. Only a thin pane of glass separated her from the terrifying faces of the undead, their blood-stained hands reaching out, their hunger palpable.

She held on, her heart pounding against her ribs, her muscles screaming in protest. But gradually, a strange calm descended upon her. The zombies, for all their ferocity, seemed to be trapped, their primitive minds unable to comprehend the simple act of pushing.

Cautiously, she released her grip. The zombies continued their frantic scratching, their frustration evident in their guttural roars. But they were trapped, their hunger thwarted by their own limitations.

Zhang Wanying, her face pale with fear, watched in stunned silence. She wanted to help, but she was paralyzed by the sheer terror of the situation.

The world had become a nightmare, a living testament to the horrors she had only seen in movies.

Her initial fear had been focused on the immediate threat, the possibility of being attacked by the zombies. Now, she realized the true extent of the danger.

The zombies, she realized, were methodical in their savagery. They would consume their immediate prey before venturing out, a terrifying thought that sent chills down her spine.

The classroom, with its silent desks and scattered belongings, was a chilling reminder of the students who had been trapped inside, their fate sealed by the relentless hunger of the undead.

There was no time for contemplation. They had to escape, to find a safe haven. With a shared sense of urgency, they climbed down to the second floor, a floor that was thankfully devoid of students.

"There's no one inside. It's safe. Come in," Mo Ran said, her voice a reassuring presence in the darkness.

She shone her flashlight into the classroom, its beam slicing through the darkness.

Where did she get the flashlight, you might ask? Even cell phones have flashlight functions.

And where did she get her phone? Well, as a responsible student, she always had a spare phone, just in case.

Zhang Wan'ing, her body shivering in the cool night air, hesitantly stepped into the classroom.

Mo Ran, her eyes scanning the room, untied the rope that had been their lifeline, her movements efficient and purposeful.