Campus of the undead
Viper muttered as the zombies shuffled toward the distraction.
“Ordered it online. Jumia’s got everything,” John whispered back with a smirk.
“Shut it. Move,” Viper snapped, his eyes scanning for threats.
The group slipped through the courtyard, their breaths shallow and measured. By the time they reached the campus perimeter, the first rays of dawn were creeping over the horizon. The Zotes ducked into an abandoned lecture hall, its walls covered in a mix of faded graffiti and dried blood. They crouched in the shadows, finally able to speak above a whisper.
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