Lost Land (GL)

Chapter 7: The Seventh Night

It was no wonder. Even though they had washed their faces with drinking water that morning, they hadn't been able to get completely clean. But they couldn't be picky about their hygiene in this situation.

"You're laughing at something," Mo Ran said, confused.

"There's something on your face," Zhang Wanying said, pointing at Mo Ran's cheek. She had been wanting to tell her for a while.

"Huh?" Mo Ran looked blankly at her.

"Here," Zhang Wanying said, gently touching Mo Ran's cheek with a long, slender finger.

The cool touch was a welcome relief in the heat. It tickled a little.

Mo Ran realized what she meant and blushed, turning her head away. She chuckled nervously, then rushed to the window to look at her reflection.

Even the blurry glass couldn't hide the two black marks that were so prominent on her face.

They must have been left there when she fell asleep last night. Da Huang must have been feeling mischievous. Why hadn't he told her? Mo Ran glared at her reflection, then dipped her finger in water and tried to wipe the marks off.

She paused mid-way.

Da Huang was her deskmate, a tall, muscular guy who was almost six feet tall. He was the one who had poked her yesterday, laughing at her misfortune.

She wondered if he was okay. But most likely, he wasn't. Mo Ran lowered her eyes, a wave of sadness washing over her.

She took a deep breath, pushing aside her melancholy thoughts. She had more important things to worry about, like escaping this building. She didn't have time to grieve.

If I make it out alive, I'll burn incense for you, Da Huang, she thought, making the sign of the cross over her chest, a silent prayer for her fallen classmate.

Meanwhile, Da Huang, unaware that he had been classified as dead, was huddled with a group of survivors on the rooftop.

The rooftop, under the scorching sun, was unbearably hot. They were all miserable, unable to sit or stand comfortably.

This temporary group consisted of about twenty people, all survivors from the previous night's chaos.

Let's rewind the clock to last night.

One by one, people started collapsing. While the others were still wondering what was happening, the fallen individuals would wake up after a few minutes, attacking and biting anyone nearby. Those who were bitten would soon turn into zombies themselves.

It seemed like the world had become a hell on earth, a scene of blood and carnage.

Despite the horror, many people managed to escape. This group was one of them, and they were among the more intelligent survivors.

"Grrr... grrr..." A chorus of growling stomachs echoed through the room, a symphony of hunger.

The boy standing in the center of the room pushed up his glasses. His blood-stained school uniform was a stark contrast to his intellectual aura.

While everyone else was panicking, he, the class president, was the only one who had reacted quickly and decisively. He had grabbed a chair and used it to dispatch the nearby zombies. Then, he had led the students who were still able to move out of the classroom, including Da Huang. His class had the highest survival rate.

"Anyone want to come with me to find food?" Li Si narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a sharp blade as he scanned the group.

They exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke. Except for Li Si, no one dared to confront the zombies, let alone kill them.