Lahat ng Kabanata ng Campus of the undead: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“Damn it! Of all schools, why hers?!” Joseph Erickson cursed, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The car roared down the highway, his foot pressing hard on the accelerator, daring the engine to give out. “If anything happens to her... I swear to God, those bastards are going to pay. Every last one of them!” he yelled, slamming the dashboard for emphasis. Joseph wasn’t just any soldier—he’d recently been promoted to sergeant, and he took pride in his discipline. But hearing that Mira, his younger sister, was trapped in a terrorist attack, all that discipline flew out the window. And zombies? The thought made him scoff angrily. Zombies sounded like a bad joke, but the situation wasn’t funny. “What the hell is the government even doing, letting things get this bad?” he muttered, punching the steering wheel. His phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He glanced at the screen before snatching it up and putting it on speaker. “Yeah, Dad, I’m not tu

Luke stood frozen, his thoughts racing as he tried to make sense of what he’d just witnessed. What the hell was that? Zombies don’t move like that. Are they even zombies? The memory of their precise, coordinated attack churned in his mind, leaving a cold weight in his chest. “Bloody hell!” Collins exclaimed, pacing frantically. “What was that? We’ve got to get out of here! We can’t stay in this death trap—we’ve been exposed!” Collins’ words snapped Luke out of his daze. He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. Across the room, Mira gripped a shard of glass so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Mira,” Luke said, his voice tight as he gently wrenched the glass from her hand. “Did you see that? They weren’t just attacking—they had a plan. They were working together.” “I saw it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like...they knew what they were doing.” “They took Bayo,” Jeff muttered from the corner, his voice hollow. “Dragged him like he mattered to them.”

The group sat huddled in the dark confines of the university's invaded workshop, their breaths shallow as tension weighed heavy in the air. The last attack had shaken them to their core—more than the fear of zombies, it was the realization that these creatures were not acting mindlessly. Questions hung in the room like a fog, suffocating them, though no one dared to voice them. Luke sat apart from the group, his back pressed against the cold wall. His mind raced, replaying every moment since the barricade had been broken. The precision of the attack, the calculated way they dragged Bayo away—it all felt wrong. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, herded even, like prey. “We can’t stay here forever,” Mira broke the silence, her voice low but firm. “Where do you suggest we go?” Justin replied, his sarcasm masking his fear. “The cafeteria? Maybe they’ll serve us as dessert when those things come back.” His voice high pitched at his last sentence. “Enough,” L

The group moved cautiously through the shadowy corridors of the lab, their phone flashlights cutting through the darkness easily. Blood splattered the walls, smeared handprints marking desperate struggles. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the shuffle of their feet and the occasional clatter of debris underfoot. Luke led the way, his jaw set as he scanned their surroundings. Mira walked close behind him, her sharp eyes darting from one shadow to another, while Justin and Favor stuck together, their shared silence one of quiet solidarity. Jeff trailed a little behind, his face pale but determined. Akin, Charles, and the others lingered near the back, their subdued manner growing more noticeable with every step. Sarah, restless and edgy, stayed closer to Mira, occasionally shooting glances at Akin and his group. The group came to a stop in front of a large door at the end of the corridor. Luke pushed it open with some effort, revealing a room filled with more scattered lab e

The morning air was cool but heavy with tension as Luke’s parents navigated the gridlocked traffic. The honking of horns and frustrated shouts of other drivers added to the chaos, and Luke’s dad, a man known for his short temper, was already reaching his limit. “This damn traffic! Are we going to sit here all day?” he muttered, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His foot tapped restlessly on the brake as the line of cars ahead refused to move. “Relax, dear,” Luke’s mom said, her tone gentle but firm. She had been trying to keep him calm since they left home, but her patience was wearing thin. “Relax? You expect me to relax when we haven’t heard from our son since this shit happens and now this!” He waved his hand at the sea of cars ahead. “Just keep your eyes on the road,” she replied, trying not to let his mood affect her own. When an opening appeared in the next lane, Luke’s dad didn’t hesitate. He turned the steering wheel sharply, cutting into the other lane in a bid to out