Hell.
If one word had to describe the scene before them, nothing fit better than that.
Jiangnan stood at the edge of the Sports Field, holding out a hand to catch the falling raindrops.
Rose Middle School, Sports Field.
4:38 a.m.
Torrential rain, black clouds filling the sky.
And beside him, Chen Tong, Liu Yuqing, Yu Shishi, Wang Meng, and the other humans—
Their bodies were all trembling uncontrollably.
Water trickled down their cheeks, making it impossible to tell whether it was cold sweat or rainwater.
Because before the flag-raising platform not far away—
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Countless bizarre students, twisted and mutilated, missing arms and legs, streamed out from who knew which corners of the campus.
They marched in perfectly synchronized goose steps, their footsteps making their hearts resonate.
Clearly...
This school truly deserved to have been built by a Chinese company. Even its teaching methods had been replicated to perfection.
The flag-bearing squad at the very front was holding not a bright national flag.
Instead, they carried a school flag sewn from the skin of an unknown number of people, with four large characters written across it in black blood: [Rose Middle School].
Soon, the hundreds of ghost students reached the area before Jiangnan and the others. They stood silently, steeped in deathly stillness.
"Huff... huff..."
Wang Meng removed his glasses, fogged over completely, and panted heavily.
"This stifling atmosphere... is way too thrilling."
"Even if they don't attack us right now, the stench of corpses and that resentment alone will be hard enough to endure."
Liu Yuqing did not remove her glasses.
With her six-hundred-degree myopia, taking them off or leaving them on made no difference—she still could not clearly see this hellish tableau through the downpour.
She pushed up her frames and echoed him.
"That's right...