Girls’ Dormitory Escape

    When Tang Xinjue received a call for the second time, she was climbing over the school wall.

      Abruptly jammed into the morning rush hour subway.

    To pick up Zhang You, over the wall becomes the only option.

    "Hello? Heart?"

    Zheng Wanqing's voice was hidden in the soft sound of falling into the grass.

    It sounded very happy on the phone: "Fortunately I didn't leave the medical building directly, otherwise I wouldn't have met those two people! They gave me your contact information... By the way, you where are you now?"

    Tang Xinjue simply judged the position, and asked, "Where are you?"

    Zheng Wanqing was elated: "Oh, I'm in a room on the third floor of the medical building. There is a student base here, and they're chasing me outside!"

    Tang Xinjue: "…"

    "That doesn't sound like a good thing, need help?"

    "No, I'll just jump out of the window to find you. It's just that there are two more students here, and their situation is a bit complicated now."

    Zheng Wanqing quickly told what just happened.

    She sneaked into the base mainly to find a phone, but after she found it, she remembered that the school had a power outage. She happened to run into two students who claimed to know Tang Xinjue, so she took them out of the base. , by the way grabbed two mobile phones.

    According to her, the fighting ability of the stronghold organizer is almost negligible. Until this group of people found that they could not beat all the helpers they called, they secretly took out a few injections from the second floor and injected them into the "helpers".

    "It's like a stimulant, but it's weird. One tube is red and the other is black. The red one is used to **** their own people, and the black one is used to **** us."

    Zheng Wanqing was not hit, but the two students she rescued were not spared. She took the two to temporarily hide in the room, and witnessed their process from convulsions in pain to the gradual transformation of their bodies into zombies.

    Tang Xinjue could hear not only Zheng Wanqing's voice, but also the sound of banging the door and painful moans.

    The students of the stronghold who finished the injection of the red injection not only became mad, their strength soared, and they had almost no sense of pain and danger. Zheng Wanqing complained that if the virus would turn people into dead zombies, the red injection would turn them into "living zombies", a monster that only knew how to obey and attack.

    How can this drug appear in the hands of ordinary students?

    "Another injection..." Tang Xinjue thought.

    In the East Gate cafeteria, the organizers forced the students to inject, also a black liquid.

    They are all controlled by a few organizers with hundreds of students, and their attitude is indifferent and treacherous. It is not like a real shelter, but is exploited and exploited, but there is a relationship of competition and hatred between each other...

    Zheng Wanqing suddenly exclaimed: "The zombie mutation of these two seems to have stopped?"

    But the frantic howls and banging outside the door continued, so it shouldn't be the reason that the reagent time limit has passed.

    Zheng Wanqing made a close observation while narrating, and found that the two people's body no longer twitched, their breathing did not disappear, and their life characteristics were obviously stabilized.

    Although the festering and wounds were still shocking on the skin, she could feel that the menacing mutation just now had failed, and the two in front of her had returned to normal.

    "Ugh, ugh—"

    The girl with hairstyle similar to Guo Guo was the first to wake up, and she started to vomit as soon as she opened her eyes.

    She looked up blankly: "I, am I alive again?"

    After a few seconds, the other boy did the same. Zheng Wanqing made a decisive decision: "Just wake up, go first!"

    The sofa, table and chairs against the iron door have been shaking, and the door lock is even more precarious.

    She quickly turned from the window to the downstairs, and then caught the two who jumped down one by one. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped because of Tang Xinjue's words.

    Tang Xinjue said: "Those injections are probably related to zombie viruses, and they are using students as petri dishes."

    Zheng Wanqing was stunned for a moment, remembering the scene she had just seen, the students on the first floor were basically dispirited, with abnormal abscesses all over their bodies.

    This is the medical building, there is a lot of food, water and medical supplies on the second and third floors, but not a single bandage is used on these students. Coupled with the abnormal gathering of groups of zombies outside the building...

    Under the bewildered gazes of the boys and girls, Zheng Wanqing turned around and walked to the main entrance of the medical building, smashing the shovel high!

    On the other side, Tang Xinjue crossed the junction of the road and successfully met with Zhang You who came over.

     Before Zhang You could breathe, he heard a loud noise on Tang Xinjue's phone.

    "Is this, Wanqing smashing the door?"

    She knew without guessing, because Guo Guo wouldn't make such a big noise.

    The door opened, and after the noise, Zheng Wanqing's voice lit up again:

    "I didn't knock on the door, I just knocked twice to remind them that the madmen are now on the third floor. If they want to run, they can run."

    How those students choose is their own business.

     "By the way, I also ordered two people to come out. You can study it later... Hey, hurry up and follow me."

    She reminded the two behind her.

    The two students ran and gasped: "But boss, you are too fast..."

    They also want to follow, but they can't catch up!

    Although I was exhausted and half dead, the benefits were also obvious - the chasing soldiers of the stronghold were thrown away by them, and soon disappeared.

    According to Tang Xinjue's guidance, Zheng Wanqing took the road with a small number of zombies to go around, and the two teams finally met in a supermarket.

    "It's just fine."

    Zhang You checked and determined that none of Zheng Wanqing's three had any signs of infection.

    The boys and girls who had bad luck this morning were named Yang Hang and Sun Qian. They still had the terrifying festering caused by the black potion left on their bodies, and they didn't notice it when they were busy running for their lives, and now they almost fainted with fright at first sight:

    "To die, I must die..."

    Yang Hang slumped to the ground, as if he saw that he was about to become a zombie.

    Sun Qian is much calmer, she trusts the judgment of Tang Xinjue and his party more. What's more, she has experienced the feeling of dying, but now she seems to be healthier than in the morning.

    "I don't think I have symptoms either."

    She thought for a while, and said with certainty: "Many infected people will become ill within an hour, and the more intense the exercise, the faster the attack. If the two of us are infected, we will be in the process of running just now. It's time to mutate."

    Yang Hang's tears blurred: "Really? But even if we didn't die, we would be disfigured."

    Sun Qian was speechless: "...then next time you die, will I disfigure you?"

    "When you were in the East Gate student base, what was the abnormal reaction every time you injected the medicine?" Tang Xinjue asked suddenly.

    Sun Qian was stunned for a moment, thinking for a moment and hesitating: "Actually, after the injection, many of us can't remember. All I remember is that my whole body hurts, I twitch, I can't breathe, and my head is like a dream. It was just as chaotic and lasted about an hour or so."

    "No skin festering, zombies?"

    The girl shook her head: "No."

    The two black injections are obviously different varieties.

    According to her supplementary recollection, the East Gate canteen base is completely different from the infirmary base. The organizers of the cafeteria did not control the students by injections. They were violent, and the organizers in the infirmary were more shady.

    For ordinary students, the level of terror is comparable.

    Tang Xinjue continued to ask: "Will there be hallucinations? Not only after injection."

    This time, Sun Qian thought for a longer time before answering: "It seems... yes?"

    She and Yang Hang looked at each other.

    Yang Hang snorted: "Every time I inject that thing, I have the illusion that I'm already dead and I'm lying on the sports field basking in the sun."

    Sun Qian frowned tightly, at first she couldn't say anything. But when he looked into Tang Xinjue's eyes, the backlog of fear seemed to be inexplicably diluted again, and he couldn't help but say:

    "I sometimes dream that I am completely dead, not turning into a zombie, but more terrifying than a zombie, and dying in despair..."

    She shivered suddenly, her expression became dazed again, and she couldn't remember the rest.

    The two faced each other, Tang Xinjue and Zhang Youwanqing looked at each other and saw the same guess in each other's eyes.

    Tang Xinjue's voice sank slightly: "The organizer of the East Gate stronghold, what kind of clothes do you usually wear?"

    Sun Yang and Sun Yang did not know why: "They are all dressed in the same way, with red bars on a white background, like sportswear."

    606Three people: !

    At this moment, the remarks of the two students overlapped with Guo Guo’s prophetic hallucination, pointing to the same answer that was about to come out—

    The organizer of the East Gate canteen base is the executor of that sacrifice!

    What about the organizer of the medical building? What position do they play in this copy? Before the three could continue to ask questions, Tang Xinjue suddenly caught a slight noise, raised his shovel and stood in front of them.

    "Someone."

    The five of them became nervous at the same time, and they looked around attentively, only to hear the sound in the silent air getting clearer and closer - and finally stopped behind a shelf.

    After a rustling sound, the entire shelf was pushed away from the middle to both sides, exposing the space behind.

    Behind the shelves, a group of disgraced students carefully drilled out. The moment they saw Tang Xinjue and the others, their expressions were even more frightening than Yang Hang's:

    "Run if there are zombies!"

    The leader turned his head and ran in without hesitation, but he forgot that there was a group of people behind him, and he stepped on the front of his shoes and got stuck in his crotch, like a domino, one by one, There was a mess in exclamations and screams.

     "Don't panic, the zombies are not as fast as us, we can rush back, and we will be safe when we return to the stronghold! Don't panic!"

    The leader shouted hoarsely, completely forgetting that he was hanging at the back of the crowd, and he couldn't push the teammate who fell in front of him.

    Tang Xinjue line: "…"

    Do they look like zombies?

    Yang Hang took a breath and said tentatively, "That, classmate, we are not zombies."

    The leader glanced at him and turned back decisively: "You are all corpse, you are lying! Everyone, run quickly, we will be safe when we return to the stronghold..."

    "The stronghold?"

    Tang Xinjue captured the word.

    She remembered that in addition to the two bases of the East Gate Medical Office, there is a third base that has the least sense of existence until now.

    "Are you guys from the Student Affairs Center?"

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