For Duanmu Huai and the others, these leisurely days were hardly any different from their usual routine. But for the other survivors, life was clearly not so easy.
Just like the students desperately running down the street right now.
"Quick, we have to get out of here!"
The boy at the front shouted desperately. The others gritted their teeth and followed behind him, but they were not moving very quickly. With a little girl in tow, their pace was even slower. Not far behind them, several zombies charged after them at the speed of items sold for half price at a supermarket, as if they were free merchandise being given away---well, from the zombies' perspective, that was probably more or less accurate.
"Hey!"
Just as a zombie was about to pounce and bite them, a girl gritted her teeth, abruptly turned around, and thrust the long stick in her hand into the zombie, sending it flying. She then grabbed the little girl's hand again and continued running forward. Beside them, a fat otaku was drenched in sweat and looked as though he was about to pass out, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. At this rate, even if the zombies did not eat him, people would still worry that he might suddenly collapse and pass out while running.
But the zombies' cries were drawing closer and closer. Other than running on instinct, the group had no other choice.
"----!"
However, just as the survivors turned the corner, several red beams suddenly flashed past their eyes. The next moment, the zombies' cries abruptly stopped.
"Huh?"
The group turned around and discovered that the zombies that had been hot on their heels moments ago had already become a pile of smoking charred corpses.
What had happened?
Just as they stood