Chapter 4: Mutated Monster
Meanwhile, Cloud, a student forced to turn off the campus's power earlier, crouched in the corner, clutching his injured hand, his face pale and tense. He glanced up, eyes cold, watching his classmates call out.
"Someone's calling for help," Zack noted as he spotted the young people waving.
"Sir, rescuing them is highly risky," Ego advised, seemingly concerned Zack might consider it.
Zack chuckled darkly. "Ego, do you really think I'd be that reckless? We barely escaped ourselves. No way I'm risking everything for a few strangers."
He pressed the gas, speeding away as the students' shouts faded in the distance. Their faces turned to disbelief and anger.
"He just left us here? What kind of person does that?" one pampered student shouted, his voice rising to a furious pitch. His outbursts drew several zombies' attention, and their hungry moans echoed closer.
"Quiet, you idiot!" Seifer, a fellow survivor, hissed. "Do you want to die?"
The students quickly covered their mouths, stifling any further cries. But in the dim corner, Cloud trembled uncontrollably, his arm hanging limply at his side. The bite mark on his arm glistened in the dull light, dark and unmistakable.
"Ego, help me locate a residental area with fewer zombies."
"Certainly, sir."
On the outskirts of the city, Zack eased his speed, leaving behind the chaos of the city center. Equipped with weapons and a reliable vehicle, his priority was clear: find a safe shelter. He decided to head toward the mansion, where the wealthy once resided. Such areas typically had fewer people, and after the apocalypse, fewer people meant fewer zombies.