Surviving the Apocalypse with the Young Miss - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Zombies

Something felt wrong, Song Ge thought.

At that very moment, a violent pounding erupted from the classroom door—Bang! Bang!

The terrified screams of the girls hiding in the room grew more intense. One of the boys yelled, “Back up! All you girls, get to the back!” Then, the boys collectively dragged desks piled high with books to barricade the entrance, hoping to prevent anyone from breaking in.

Song Ge instantly became alert.

If this were just a case of rabies or a few madmen biting people, how could it have escalated to this level of chaos?

The doors and windows were shut tight.

The enclosed classroom seemed safe enough with everyone huddled together. However, from another perspective, there was no way out. By locking themselves in one space, they had become “turtles in a jar”—trapped.

If no one came to rescue them, and if the doors or windows were breached, these students would be like fish on a cutting board or lambs led to the slaughter.

The boys were busy barricading; the girls were busy crying.

Song Ge, still standing steadily by the last desk in the back, looked completely out of place. Despite the tissue balls in her ears, she could hear the increasingly frenzied commotion outside. She turned her gaze to the curtains.

If the hallway was confirmed to be impassable, this was the only exit.

Clearly, the situation hadn’t reached its breaking point yet, but if things truly spiraled out of control, she needed to create her own escape route. Though they were on the third floor, Song Ge was confident she could land unscathed if she executed the descent correctly.

She hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Even now, the other girls’ prejudice against Song Ge persisted. They huddled together for comfort and mutual reassurance but pointedly ignored her. Perhaps she looked too calm, or perhaps they simply didn’t notice her at all.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The ramming at the door grew more forceful, accompanied by strange, guttural roars.

How many people are out there?

Just as the question crossed her mind, a boy screamed, “Get back! Everyone, run!!”

Song Ge stood up immediately, grabbing a nearby broom. In a situation like this, retreating endlessly was useless; she needed a “weapon” to protect herself. While a broom lacked lethality, it provided reach. Of course, if the opponent had actual weapons, the only use for a broom was a bit of psychological comfort.

As the boys at the first line of defense shouted for a retreat, a hand suddenly punched through the door. Yes—a blood-soaked hand forced its way right through the solid wood! No tools, just raw strength piercing a heavy door.

This was unheard of.

Panicked, everyone crowded toward the center of the room, desperate to stay away from both the front and back doors. Fan Mingyuan and Tong Xiangyu were in the middle of the throng. To his credit, Fan Mingyuan showed some backbone; despite the crushing crowd and the panic, he kept Tong Xiangyu close, shielding her.

But fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke.

While the back door was the first to be damaged, it was the middle window that was breached first. As the glass shattered, the students huddled in the center scattered in a frenzy.

As the intruders crawled through the window, Song Ge finally saw them clearly. These weren’t victims of rabies or simple thugs—they were cannibalistic, frenzied monsters! They wore Kecheng High School uniforms, but their mouths were smeared with fresh blood and they seemed to have lost all reason.

They were numerous, swarming in like a tide.

Fan Mingyuan, being large-framed, grabbed a chair and smashed it violently over the head of the first creature to enter! The monster’s head caved in, becoming a bloody mess; an eyeball even popped out from the impact. Amidst the shrieks of horror, the creature didn’t fall. Instead, it lunged forward even more ferociously.

This scene… was exactly like a zombie movie.

Fan Mingyuan, startled, grabbed another chair and yelled, “Holy shit! You guys, what are you being cowards for? Are you just waiting to die? Protect the girls! If you’ve got the balls, charge with me and push them back!!”

His words were inspiring, even if the monsters didn’t look human or like they could be “pushed back.” A few of the taller, braver boys grabbed chairs and charged forward.

The girls huddled into a ball; the classroom was a symphony of screams and sobbing.

Suddenly, one of the boys fighting with a chair was grabbed and bitten. The defensive line, which had been barely holding, instantly collapsed at his position. That boy then turned around and lunged at the very girls he had been protecting!

Song Ge hesitated no longer. She stepped onto the windowsill and ripped down the curtains. Pulling out a concealed multi-tool knife, she cut slits into the fabric and tore it into long strips, tying them together with specialized, sturdy knots.

Next, she used the knife to unscrew the bolts securing the security bars. Her hands remained steady despite the carnage around her. Soon, she had cleared enough space for a person to pass through. She tied one end of the makeshift rope to the remaining frame and threw the rest out the window.

Song Ge didn’t jump immediately. She turned to the girls who were nearly fainting from terror. “Hey. Do you want to come over here?”

No one listened to her. Or rather, they didn’t have the time. Since the bitten boy had “switched sides,” the girls were either shrinking into corners or running blindly around the room.

Song Ge scanned the room, saw no one was coming, and decided to go down herself. Just as she turned around, something bumped into her back, followed by a soft, terrified gasp.

Song Ge looked back. Fair skin, beautiful features, a high ponytail—the girl’s face was a mask of panic, and her large, clear eyes were brimming with tears of dread. It was none other than the “Little Cake”—Tong Xiangyu.

Song Ge tugged on the curtain rope and asked Little Cake—no, Tong Xiangyu: “Do you want to jump?”

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