บททั้งหมดของ Campus of the undead: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The damp, decrepit warehouse reeked of sweat, blood, and desperation. The air was heavy with fear, the kind that clung to the skin and settled deep in the chest. Five captives were crammed into a corner, their wrists bound with ropes that bit into their flesh. Each one wore an expression of utter defeat, their bodies sagging against the cold concrete wall. A woman sat among them, cradling her infant to her chest, her face streaked with tears as she rocked back and forth, murmuring broken prayers.Across the room, Kola and his gang lounged on broken crates and rusted chairs. The flickering light bulb overhead cast shadows across their faces, making them appear even more menacing. Kola sat at the center of the group, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he leaned back with an air of authority. His sharp features were etched with cruelty, his eyes cold and unfeeling as he listened to his men talk and laugh about their spoils.“Man, this place is rank,” Chidi said, wrinkling his nose as

The group stood frozen, staring at the campus gates only a few hundred meters away. Hope shimmered just beyond the iron bars, where the faint outline of the army encampment could be seen in the distance. Safety was so close they could almost taste it, but a horde of zombies clogged the path, their grotesque forms swaying in a macabre dance of hunger and decay. “There’s too many,” Mira whispered, gripping Sarah’s hand tightly. Her voice was barely audible, but it carried the weight of their despair. Joseph clenched his jaw, scanning the scene. He was down to one bullet and no good options. “We’ll have to fight through,” he said, his voice grim. “Fight through?” Favour hissed, his eyes wide with panic. “There’s at least twenty of them out there! We’ll never make it!” Collins adjusted his grip on the metal pipe he’d been using as a weapon, his face set in a mask of determination. “We don’t have a choice. Either we push through, or we die here.” Luke, still weak and disoriented from t

The tension in the air was palpable as Mira and Joseph were escorted into the command tent. The fabric walls fluttered slightly in the wind, but inside, the heat was stifling. Major Erickson stood at the center, his back straight and his face etched with stern authority. Beside him sat Governor Dennis, his hands clasped on the makeshift table, his expression unreadable. Mira hesitated as they entered, her body stiff with lingering fear. Joseph placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, guiding her forward. “Dad,” Mira whispered, her voice trembling as she looked at Major Erickson. Erickson’s stern expression softened slightly at the sight of his children, but the circumstances did not allow for an open display of affection. “Mira, Joseph,” he said, his voice low but steady. “You’ve been through hell.” “More than hell,” Joseph replied, his tone sharp. He glanced at Governor Dennis, his eyes narrowing. “And we have a lot to say about why we’re in this mess in the first place.” --- M

The air inside the army camp felt heavy, the weight of unspoken fears and barely held hope pressing down on everyone. Soldiers moved briskly through the camp, their faces grim, while the distant murmur of parents beyond the barricade added to the tension. Sarah, Collins, and Favour were following a soldier through the maze of tents when another figure appeared, jogging toward them. The man wore a medic’s uniform, his face etched with both urgency and disbelief. “Sarah?” he called out, his voice breaking slightly. Sarah froze, turning toward the voice. Her eyes widened when she saw him. “Marcus?” she whispered. The man—her brother—closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms trembling as he held her close. “Fuck I thought I’d lost you,” Marcus murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m okay,” Sarah said, though her voice wavered. “I didn’t even know you were here.” “What?,” Marcus asked confused, pulling back to look at h

The oppressive silence of the medical tent was broken only by the sound of Luke's labored breathing. His body trembled, sweat streaming down his pale face as he thrashed against the cot. His parents, Laura and Samuel, who just entered the tent hovered beside him, their faces etched with worry."Why is he still like this?" Laura whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She clutched Luke's hand, her thumb stroking his damp skin. "It’s been hours… What’s happening to him?"Samuel’s broad shoulders sagged as he looked at his son, helpless. “It’s that damned serum,” he muttered under his breath. “They said it might help him, but look at him, Laura. He’s burning up.”Mira stood near the cot, wringing her hands. She glanced at Marcus, the medic who had just entered the tent. His expression was grim as he approached, setting his kit on a nearby table.“Let me take a look,” Marcus said, his voice steady but tinged with concern. He placed a hand on Luke’s forehead, frowning. “Fever’s high. His