“You’re Lin Mo?”
The girl thought for a moment but couldn’t recall anyone by that name in her memory.
She found it strange that someone so capable had never shown his skills before.
“Well…”
Lin Mo scratched his head with a wry smile.
This petite girl had been staring at him for quite a while now, her gaze drifting up and down, making him increasingly uncomfortable.
“Oh, sorry…”
Only then did the girl realize her impropriety.
She quickly took two steps back and gave Lin Mo a formal bow.
“I’m Song Xue’er, the vice president of our school’s martial arts club. Thank you for helping us earlier.”
Her expression was serious, but paired with her short stature and slightly childish voice, it completely lacked any sense of gravity—like a child trying too hard to act like an adult, adorably naive.
Lin Mo couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling an urge to pat her head.
Vice president of the martial arts club?
Lin Mo studied the girl before him.
Judging by how she handled the zombies earlier, she was indeed trained and skilled-just a bit short…
“No problem. We’re all classmates, and I’m actually here to join you all. We’ll be companions from now on, no need to be so formal.”
“Join us?”
Song Xue’er’s eyes immediately lit up.
Having such a skilled fighter join would mean another ace against the zombies.
“Great! Welcome, welcome! Let’s go inside first… Are these people with you?”
She instinctively reached to pull Lin Mo along before noticing Zhang Yu and the other two behind him, asking awkwardly.
“Yeah, they are…”
Zhang Yu nodded, his face expressionless.
“Uh… yeah.”
The other two seemed embarrassed, having done nothing while Lin Mo charged ahead earlier.
Song Xue’er didn’t comment, simply saying to Lin Mo, “Alright, you all head to the third floor first. We’ll clean up here, and I’ll find you later.”
“Sure…”
Lin Mo wasn’t sure what Song Xue’er wanted, but he knew nothing about this survivor base.
Having someone to ask would help— and, more importantly, what fool would say no to a cute girl coming to find him?
After exchanging farewells with Song Xue’er, Lin Mo and the others headed toward the third floor.
“Stop! Who are you?”
At the third-floor hallway, two people blocked their way—one holding a mop handle, the other a table leg, looking somewhat imposing.
“They even have dedicated guards?”
Lin Mo grew more astonished.
This survivor base seemed far more organized than he’d imagined.
“It’s like this—we’re newcomers who just arrived. Song Xue’er told us to report here,” Lin Mo stepped forward and explained.
“New here? No wonder I haven’t seen you before…”
It wasn’t that the guard had an exceptional memory to remember everyone, but very few people dared to descend these three floors daily.
Most were either physically strong or trained in martial arts-ordinary students wouldn’t have the courage to go down.
“You said you’re new here. Where did you come from?” another guard asked.
“From the boys’ dormitory.”
“The boys’ dormitory? Just the four of you?”
The man couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
The number of male students in this school was very small, and there was only one boys’ dormitory building.
And that single dormitory was about half a kilometer away from here, wasn’t it?
Just four of them, managing to cross such a long distance to get here?
Did they not encounter any Zombies?
“Yeah… somehow, we didn’t run into many Zombies on the way. The occasional one or two, the four of us could handle them together,” Lin Mo replied, seemingly noticing his astonishment.
“Oh, I see…”
The man nodded in understanding.
If there were only one or two stray Zombies, four boys working together wouldn’t have much trouble taking them down…