Chapter 6: Classmate

“Z-Zombie! Stay away!”

The girl curled up against the wall was trembling in fear, so petrified she didn’t even know how to run.

“I’m not a zombie! Don’t be scared…” Tang Cheng tried to explain helplessly. He had finally come across some survivors, but being mistaken for a zombie by them was… disheartening.

“Get away!”

“Don’t come near us!”

“You damn zombie!”

The group continued to back away in terror. Some even picked up chairs and sticks, clearly ready to attack him.

“I’m really not a zombie!” Tang Cheng raised his gun. “Look, I can talk normally, and I’m even using a gun. How could a zombie possibly do that…”

“It has a gun!”

“The zombie has a gun!”

The moment they saw the weapon in his hand, the fear in their eyes only deepened. A zombie with a gun? That was even worse!

“Ugh…”

Tang Cheng stood there awkwardly. Why did he bring up the gun? He’d only scared them even more.

At least the girl by the wall hadn’t run. Her uniform looked just like his—same school, Saint Sakura Academy. Surely, she’d recognize him?

“Hey, classmate…”

Tang Cheng cautiously walked toward the girl.

“Don’t eat me! Please don’t eat me! I taste awful, really…”

The girl screamed with her eyes tightly shut. She had almost been violated by two prisoners earlier—now a zombie was going to kill her?

She was on the verge of despair.

“Uh… I…”

Tang Cheng stopped in his tracks, helpless. He thought she had stayed because he saved her. Turns out, she was just too scared to move.

But when he looked closer at her tear-streaked face, he couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

“Wait… Aren’t you Tang Wanyue?!”

The girl in the torn-up uniform, her pink underwear and pale skin peeking out, was none other than Tang Wanyue, a fellow first-year student at Saint Sakura Academy.

Not only was she stunningly beautiful, she was also neck-and-neck with Chu Ruoyun for the top academic spot. She even served as an executive member of the student council—Tang Cheng had definitely noticed her before.

“You are…?”

Hearing the boy call her name, Tang Wanyue slowly opened her eyes. But the moment she saw Tang Cheng’s scarred, terrifying left face, she immediately panicked again.

“Please don’t eat me! Please don’t eat me…”

“I’m seriously not a zombie. If I were, how would I be talking to you?”

Tang Cheng sighed. No use explaining anymore. If they wanted to think he was a zombie, so be it.

He gently draped his jacket over Tang Wanyue’s exposed body, then walked over to the bespectacled man bleeding on the ground nearby.

Tang Wanyue nervously shut her eyes, convinced she was about to be eaten by a zombie. But then, she felt something draped over her—a jacket.

Only then did she slowly open her eyes, realizing it was a familiar Saint Sakura Academy uniform.

“He… he goes to the same school as me?”

Her gaze finally settled on the boy with a bit less fear. Aside from his terrifying left cheek, the rest of him still looked completely human.

She knew this boy had risked his life to save her. That line—“Let go of that girl”—though straight out of a movie, had filled her with deep gratitude in this moment.

Even so, Tang Wanyue didn’t dare get close to the boy. That horrifying left side of his face was a clear sign he’d been bitten by a zombie—maybe he simply hadn’t turned yet.

At this point, everyone inside the store seemed to understand one thing: getting close to this zombie-faced boy meant mortal danger.