John Wang's POV
March 17th, 2025 — 9:45 PM
Longwan University — Linbei Campus, North Lab Block, Outer Field
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The air snapped sharply in my lungs as we tore across the open ground.
Boots hammering broken concrete. Shields up. Weapons low.
Mu Qinglan led the way, fast, brutal, swinging her bat once to clear a shambling dead that stumbled too close with a brutal smash.
The planter loomed ahead, cracked and half-swallowed by weeds.
Liang Qiu reached it first, shield braced, dropping into a low crouch behind the concrete, sliding across the gravel because of the momentum. "Ugh...." she gasped, catching her arm on sharp, rusted metal.
The others piled in after her — Chen Xun, Deng Hua, Guo Fan — dragging Zhou Xue into cover between them.
I skidded in last, shoulder to shoulder with Shen Yifei.
Breath steamed in front of us — short, sharp and hot.
Not much time left.
Gunfire spat again from the ruined North Lab lobby — sharp, panicked bursts of sound.
