Mu Qinglan POV
March 17th, 2025 — 10:08 PM
Longwan University — Linbei Campus, North Lab Block, Sector C2
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The wall behind us detonated without warning.
I dropped flat and rolled behind the nearest overturned desk. Shrapnel bounced off the steel, a chunk of debris missing my face by less than a hand's width.
"Fall back!" I shouted.
Deng Hua was already moving. He had Chen Xun slung over his shoulder — the smaller scout was conscious, barely, arm dangling, blood trailing behind them in a slick streak across the tile.
Guo Fan ran after them, empty-handed except for the pipe he kept waving like it meant something. Useless.
Liang Qiu came last. She turned mid-step, slammed the steel side door shut, and kicked a splintered table leg through the handle bracket.
"Structural breach upstairs," Liang Qiu said. "Undead incoming. Thirty seconds or less."
There was no time to respond to her.
