Song Fei ran back to the dormitory in one breath, locked the door tightly for the first time, and didn't dare to lean against the door. He ran to the sliding door of the innermost balcony, and then his legs gave way and he sat on the ground.
The moment his butt touched the ground, the unreal feeling of stepping on cotton was slightly relieved.
The bed, the study table, the dirty clothes thrown on the back of the chair, the bowl of instant noodles after eating... Yes, this is his dormitory, where he has studied and lived for more than a year.
But what are those outside
Song Fei didn't know.
Terrorist attacks? resident Evil? It's a good exam, a group of monsters and lunatics rushed in, and then there was no need to take the exam, everyone ran away... Ha, isn't this a fucking fantasy. However, the leg has started to cramp.
Everything is so unreal.
Everything is so real.
Enduring the pain in his leg, Song Fei slapped himself with all his might!
Very good, now my leg hurts along with my face.
Song Fei still didn't believe in evil, so he struggled to stand up, stomped his feet twice, his cramps eased slightly, he opened the sliding door of the balcony, went to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and put his head under it.
His head, which was steaming from running and sweating, completely turned into a frozen watermelon under the scour of the biting cold water.
When Song Fei straightened up again, he felt his whole head was numb.
The face in the mirror was dull, pale and bloodless, but it was much cuter than those who would bite anyone they saw.
Song Fei blinked, and the poor guy in the mirror blinked too, Song Fei bared his teeth, and the idiot in the mirror also bared his teeth, Song Fei rubbed his legs in a daze, the cramp was gone, but the aftertaste of the convulsion was still clear.
Not a dream.
Or, is he still dreaming
Taking a deep breath, Song Fei turned around and looked downstairs. He lived on the fourth floor, and when he lowered his head on the balcony, he could see everything below.
It was not as tragic as Boulevard. I believe that many students ran back to the dormitory to hide like him. At this time, there were only a dozen mutants downstairs in the dormitory—Song Fei didn't want to call them classmates, those things were not his classmates at all! The other mutants didn't know whether they went elsewhere or rushed into the dormitory building. In short, this is all they can see now. They are in groups of three or five, and from the angle upstairs, what you see is just "a group of people gathered together", but Song Fei knows that some of them ran back after the attack and left alone students, and some of them have been caught eating together classmates.
"What are you arguing about..." Someone also came out from the balcony on the fourth floor opposite. They were covered with quilts, their hair was covered with dirty faces, and their eyes were listless. It looked like they were waking up from a dream.
Just as Song Fei was about to respond, he had already bowed his head at the sound, and suddenly became refreshed. He didn't put on the quilt, stopped yawning, and just put on these little underpants and shouted excitedly: "Oh, fuck, there's a gang fight!"
Song Fei supported his forehead, he didn't want to look at the picturesque scenery on the opposite side.
A mutant downstairs was staggering towards the door of the dormitory. Song Fei suddenly came back to his senses, regardless of whether he would be blinded or not, and anxiously shouted at the student in the underpants opposite, "Dude, lock the door!"
The classmate in underwear was so excited to watch the excitement, he didn't realize that Song Fei was yelling at him, and thought that someone was yelling and cheering.
Another mutant entered the opposite building, Song Fei was in a hurry, and he was quick to think: "The student who wears red briefs on the fourth floor opposite, you fucking lock the door!!!"
The conditions were limited to such, and the idiot also realized that the student in underwear subconsciously covered his crotch, and finally met Song Fei's eyes: "What are you calling!"
"These lunatics have already entered the dormitory, you lock the door quickly!"
When someone is in the boys' dormitory, not to mention locking the door, many of the gates are not tightly closed, and they are all concealed casually. If this **** is targeted by mutants, they will be sure to pounce!
The underpants student tilted his head and frowned, innocently confused.
Song Fei also knew that unless he saw it in person, he would not be able to explain it clearly for a while, so he was in a hurry, and suddenly opened his mouth in horror: "Back, back, pay attention to your back!!!"
Perhaps it was because Song Fei's shout was too shrill, the student in the underpants suddenly turned his head, and saw a strange classmate rushing towards him with open arms!
The underpants brother raised his hand, grasped the opponent's arms firmly and tightly, and with his absolute strength, he actually stopped the opponent's menacing attack: "Fuck, who are you, what are you doing in my dormitory, hey, don't you?" Kiss me, you pervert—”
The mutant's arms were restrained, so he could only stretch his head forward, clearly intending to gnaw. The underpants brother didn't understand, but instinctively resisted this kind of intimate contact, so he kept bending over to hide, seeing half of the underpants student hanging out of the balcony.
Song Fei's heart almost jumped out, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind: "Dude, hang the golden hook upside down!"
The underpants student only wished he could beat someone up in the air: "Fuck you, if you hang him up, I'll be a murderer!"
"Look carefully, he is not human at all now!"
"..."
The underpants students completely gave up their willingness to communicate.
Damn, isn't he just sleeping late? As for punishing him like this, the world will be full of psychosis when he wakes up? !
Song Fei scratched his head anxiously, but thinking about it differently, if he was an alumnus opposite, he would not be able to readily accept "Oh, so they are not human". Unless he is sick.
The student in the underwear didn't look majestic and strong, but he was quite strong. After such a stalemate for a long time, the mutants had nothing to do with him.
Song Fei's eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his words: "Don't be in a stalemate with him, you push him out, push him out and lock the door!"
The proposal that flew in from a distance finally became feasible. In fact, this suggestion does not have any technical content, but the students in underwear have been confused by the sudden situation, and the only thing they still remember is the bottom line of not breaking the law. At this time, Song Fei's proposal was like a lighthouse in the dark, illuminating his gloomy voyage.
Apart from anything else, the student in the underpants suddenly poked his head over and hit the opponent's head hard!
This method of injuring the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred is to see who will die. As it turns out, the underpants classmate won.
The mutant might not feel the pain, because his expression didn't change at all, but the impact he received was real, and he staggered back several steps at once, and retreated directly from the balcony into the room. The student in underwear should be able to feel the pain, because grinning is pitiful, but the body didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately received a shoulder bump with all its strength, and hit the opponent's chest hard!
The mutant couldn't stand still anymore, staggered back quickly, and finally fell to the ground on his back with his arms flailing after scraping down a stool.
Song Fei couldn't see the situation inside clearly anymore, and vaguely saw that the student in the underwear seemed to be bending over, he could only shout anxiously: "Don't let him bite you! Don't let others come in either!"
In the end, the student in underwear seemed to be dragging the person out with his clothes on. During the dragging process, the mutant seemed to still want to struggle, but this turtle-like position really hindered the counterattack.
Finally, Song Fei heard the sound of the door closing heavily.
A heart finally fell to the ground temporarily.
Soon, the student in underwear returned to the balcony. Although there was no danger, no one could think of the scene just now without fear: "What the hell? I'm in our university dormitory, right? Didn't I take the fourth and sixth exams today? I failed the exam repeatedly. Crazy?"
The random thoughts that seem to be complaining are actually the other party trying to calm down his undecided shock.
Song Fei understood. Not to mention the other party who has just experienced the nightmare, it is himself. Up to now, he still has no way of accepting the insane plot setting of his classmates going crazy and eating people.
The mutants downstairs are gone, and the hustle and bustle has returned to calm. It looks so peaceful and peaceful, just like the usual dormitory area. However, in the usual dormitory area, there would be pieces of scraps of paper on the public green space in the dormitory area, and the cleaning aunt would raise her head and bombard the map. Now there are broken arms and limbs everywhere, and the aunt did not come out. The aunts in the dormitory area are like the aunts in the square. If they are there, the society will be prosperous and stable. Otherwise, think for yourself.
"On the other side," the underpants student realized that it was impossible to think of any constructive inferences by himself, so he simply asked for help outside the venue, "Come on, give me a popular science."
Song Fei admired him for being so calm now, but after thinking about it, he hadn't witnessed the mutant eating people with his own eyes, so naturally he wouldn't have suffered such a tragic shock like himself.
Regarding the current situation, Song Fei is also in a daze. Rather than saying it is a popular science, it is better to say it is a retelling: "During the fourth grade test, a bunch of crazy students rushed into the classroom. Bite, I didn't finish the test, everyone ran out! I didn't lie to you, the teaching building is like hell now, with dead bodies everywhere... "
Speaking of the latter, Song Fei's eyes suddenly became hot, and he fell silent.
It was the sadness of seeing a classmate die in front of his eyes. He was not talking about a movie or a piece of news, but it actually happened around him, and it happened to people related to him. Even now, there are still wailing and screaming in his ears. Before, the fear was too violent, covering everything else, but now after the catastrophe, these emotions came up with the memory and hindsight.
The person on the other side was dumbfounded: "Just kidding me..."
Although he questioned it, he didn't question it very confidently, because the blood-stained limbs downstairs were so glaring that even if he didn't see it himself, he could still imagine the tragic process.
A cold wind blows.
The shirtless student in underwear should be cold, but he seems to have lost consciousness.
"Who the hell is still in the mood to tease you!" A familiar voice suddenly came from above Song Fei, "Do you understand zombies! Do you understand Resident Evil! If it wasn't for saving my life, why didn't I hand in the paper?!"
Looking up with the probe, there seemed to be a figure on the 640 balcony directly above, but from a vertical angle, Song Fei couldn't see the other person's face.
But in fact, don't look at it.
Even if this voice and resentment were turned into ashes, he would still recognize it.
The underpants student frowned upon hearing that, something must have happened, not to mention two students who testified, the one he had just scuffled with didn't seem to be ill. But talking about the zombie biochemical crisis is pure nonsense: "Could it be an infectious disease? Like SARS bird flu?"
The upstairs sneered: "Have you ever heard of an infectious disease that can turn patients into cannibals?"
"What about drug use?" Song Fei remembered the analysis comment on Weibo that Qi Yan had shown him before, "Drug use can make people hallucinate and aggressive."
Upstairs: "So many people taking drugs together? Is there white powder in the water pipes in our school?"
Song Fei was silent.
The sudden terrorist incident is like an unsolvable question, not to mention the answer, the question is beyond the outline.
Qi Yan!
The figure that suddenly flashed through Song Fei's heart tightened. He hurried back into the room to get his mobile phone by the bed, but he quickly threw it aside in despair—still no signal.
Where is that guy now? Didn't you say you want to have dinner with him? Around Zhiyuan Building? canteen? Or did you go to the library to pass the time? Or... also ran back to the dormitory
Deng Deng Deng ran back to the balcony, Song Fei shouted down at the top of his voice: "Qi Yan—"
The student in underwear on the opposite side and the classmate upstairs who hated not handing in the paper were all shocked, this is so fucking crazy!
Both are sophomores, Qi Yan's dormitory is on the second floor of this building. But until Song Fei's piercing ending sound disappeared, there was no response from below.
Song Fei sat down on the balcony weakly, feeling scared in his heart, but he tried hard to convince himself that maybe the other party just didn't go back to the dormitory, or maybe he ran away to hide, or maybe he didn't meet the mutant at all.
"What should we do now?" The underpants student was already chatting with the student who hadn't handed in the paper.
The students who didn't hand in the papers are the strongest and optimistic: "What else can I do? Wait, so many people died, do you think the school can ignore it? The principal may be crying in such a hurry now."
Underpants classmate: "What do you do, arrest all these crazy classmates?"
The student who didn't hand in the paper: "Then I don't know, we can't fight Zombies every day."
Underpants classmate: "This thing is also evil, and the phone has no fucking signal."
The student who didn't hand in the paper: "It's not unusual for anything to happen these days."
"Attention, students, attention, students—"
The campus broadcasting speaker suddenly sounded, and Song Fei was refreshed and stood up.
"An accident happened during the Level 4 exam, which interrupted the exam and injured some students. Now the injured students have been sent to the hospital for treatment. Please lock the doors and windows of the students who have returned to the dormitory. Without the permission of the school, it is strictly forbidden to leave without permission. Please do not return to the dormitory. Find a safe place to hide nearby, and don't run around to avoid unnecessary panic. Students, please pay attention, repeat again, there was an accident during the Level 4 exam... "
The broadcast was repeated five times in total.
When it was finally quiet, Song Fei almost finished reciting it.
"Okay, just wait," the student in underwear picked up the quilt and put it on again. The broadcast did have the effect of calming the nerves, and he knew it was cold. "It is estimated that the school leader will come to express condolences in the evening."
The students who didn't hand in the papers were also relieved, remembering that they dared to ask the name of the strong man: "Hey, which courtyard are you from?"
The underpants classmate reported generously: "Mathematics College, Luo Geng. What about you?"
The classmate who didn't hand in the papers reciprocated: "Department of Architecture, Mondays." After finishing speaking, he continued to praise the other party, "The two of you just now have good skills, have you practiced?"
Luo Gengyun was indifferent, with the demeanor of a hero, if he hadn't been wrapped in a quilt, he would have spread his hands calmly: "It's nothing, just a little military punch."
Zhou Lu jittered: "Is this thing really useful?"
"It depends on how you've practiced. It's fine if you want to play tricks, or you can learn to be real." Luo Geng said this, paused, and then looked over hopelessly, "But if you play for three years in a row , if you don’t learn something real, you will be bored to the point of madness.”
Song Fei didn't want to get involved at first, but he couldn't help it when he heard this: "Isn't it just a freshman and a sophomore? Did you repeat the grade?"
Luo Geng gave him a white look: "It's brother who beats me so well, the courtyard will never let me go!"
Song Fei understood. This is also the case in their academy. The seniors who played well before will be called back to teach them these novices after they are promoted to the junior year. The front of the entire phalanx is the leader, just like the leader of the exercise during the break.
Zhou Lv said with emotion: "It seems that you really have a bit of a skill, and you can save your life at a critical moment!"
Song Fei sighed: "It also depends on what specialty it is."
Zhou Lu: "Every specialty has an environment to adapt to."
Song Fei: "There is no Tai Chi fan!"