جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

“So, what were the two of you talking about?” Engineer Akinyemi asked heatedly, his voice rising as he seized the opportunity to vent his pent-up frustration. It was clear he relished having found scapegoats to redirect his irritation over the class's lack of attention. “Mafia, sir,” Charles quipped smugly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Beside him, Akin smirked, clearly amused by the situation—or so it seemed. “Oh, mafia, is it?” Engineer Akinyemi repeated, his sudden, smile catching Luke’s attention. Something about the way the lecturer said it made Luke uneasy. He knew Akinyemi well enough to tell the man was plotting something. The grin on Charles’s face faltered, while Akin shifted his weight uncomfortably. “Since you seem so interested in the mafia,” the lecturer continued, his smile widening, “perhaps you can enlighten the class. Can either of you give me two other names for the mafia?” The question landed like a grenade. Akin stared at the floor, his e

Ring!!!! Luke jerked awake, his chest heaving. The images of his nightmare clung to him—shambling figures with hollow eyes, bodies rotting as they lunged toward him. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. “Damn it,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “This whole ‘zotes’ nonsense is messing with my head. Ring!!! The alarm screamed again, reminding him it wasn’t just nightmares that demanded his attention. “I’m awake!” he grumbled, silencing it. After some quick stretches and a half-hearted attempt at push-ups, he dressed and headed out, hoping to shake off the eerie feeling. Outside, a fellow classmate passed him with a pale, sickly look, barely managing a nod after Luke acknowledged his existence. Luke frowned. That was the third person he’d seen in this state in two days. “Is it just exam stress, or...?” he muttered under his breath. When he got to class, a notice on the door informed him the lecture was canceled because the lecturer had fallen ill. “Great. Fi

June 9, 2030 Luke tried the door, it wasn't locked but pushed as a student ran past it erratically. "Don't give me a scare like that man" Mira complained while sounding relieved herself. "Sorry but lets get out of here" Luke replied sounding worried. Luke's heart was still pounding as he and Mira rushed through the library’s back exit. The sounds of chaos echoed through the campus—the screeching, the distant gunshots, and the inhuman growls that made the hairs on his neck stand on end. It was pure mayhem outside. Luke witnessed betrayals of all sorts as everyone tried to survive. He witnessed a student pulling a deranged student biting at a student on the ground away only for the person he saved push him into the deranged student who tore at his throat spilling blood everywhere. A quick glance around showed Luke a lot he needed to know to focus on his self. “its really happening" Luke said, his voice barely above a whisper, panic creeping in as he glanced back towards the

The storage building was eerily quiet. Inside, the air was thick with unease. The group had done their best to barricade the door, but the makeshift barricade of old shelves and desks didn’t feel strong enough. Favour perched on a crate, thumbing through the battered virology book he’d salvaged from the library. He mumbled to himself, occasionally glancing nervously around. Justin, unfazed as usual, was munching on a pack of biscuits he’d somehow stashed in his bag. “You seriously brought snacks during a zombie outbreak?” Collins snapped, his irritation rising. “What? Comfort food,” Justin said with a shrug. “You’d be amazed how thinking clearly works when you’re not starving.” Collins grunted, muttering something under his breath as he resumed pacing. Luke leaned against a wall, his arms crossed, eyes fixed on Akin and his small group of students. They had been in the building before the outbreak started, and that fact gnawed at Luke. Akin seemed too relaxed, too prepared,

The orange glow of the evening sky spilled through the cracks in the boarded windows, casting long shadows across the storage room. The muffled groans outside had faded, replaced by the occasional scrape of undead feet shuffling across the pavement. Inside, the group sat in uneasy silence, their nerves fraying with every passing second. Luke stood by the barricade, his eyes scanning the darkening campus outside. His thoughts, however, were locked on Akin and his group, seated in the corner. The unease in his chest had only grown since Bayo's arrival. Bayo lay on a makeshift bed of torn-up jackets and cushions. His pale, sweat-soaked face twitched as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Jeff crouched beside him, carefully cleaning a jagged wound on his arm. "He's burning up," Jeff said, glancing at Luke. "But he's alive. For now." "Alive and infected," Collins muttered, pacing the room. He tightened his grip on the metal pipe he carried. "We’re sitting ducks if he turns in he