John Wang's POV
March 17th, 2025 — 9:51 PM
Longwan University — Linbei Campus, North Lab Block, Main Entrance
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The wall shook under another slam.
Fine powder drifted down from the cracked ceiling, the scent of rust, blood, and old concrete choking the air.
I adjusted the Type-9K in my grip, fingers flexing over the cool polymer frame.
Beside me, Shen Yifei shifted her weight nervously — spear angled high, feet planted a little too close together.
I tapped her shin with my boot.
"Wider," I muttered, keeping my eyes on the broken doors.
She nodded, adjusting — copying my stance in a rough but eager mimicry.
Good enough.
My new spear still didn't feel comfortable, a weapon that didn't quite suit me as much as I tried.
But there wasn't enough time to try something new.
The lobby was half-collapsed — broken support beams jutting down from the ruined ceiling, old furniture and overturned tables pushed into makeshift barricades.
