Peng Zhui (Zhui, Little Twelve) added, “Except for the small grove beside the junior and senior high teaching buildings—which can’t connect to the sports center and the convenience store and requires going through the field—everything else is interconnected.”
Li Xiaodong (Second Brother, yellow-haired) scratched his head, running his fingers through his yellow hair. With a slightly playful grin, he said, “Shouldn’t we come up with a thorough plan? Going in all at once feels too passive.”
Lin Xu (Little Five) nodded.
Qin Zhou (Little Eight) said, “Before we left, Brother Ze called his sister and told her to behave after class, go eat, and that he’d bring her something tasty at night.”
“But it’s been a week since the apocalypse. If students want to survive, they have to eat. Most of them are probably gathered in the canteen or the convenience store.”
Yellow-haired Li Xiaodong nodded in agreement. “So you mean we rush straight through the gate to the field, then head to the canteen to look for people. If we don’t find them, we go to the student dormitories. If they’re still not there, we check the convenience store.”
If they still found no one, then they would conduct a carpet search until they did.
Of course, finding them was one thing—after that, they would definitely return the same way.
Wen Qiao thought that they were definitely more familiar with their own school than she was, so she agreed to their plan.
“Come on, talk about your superpowers and introduce yourselves while you’re at it.”
At this moment, as the boss, He Jin stepped forward. “We’re called Team 13.”
Then he introduced everyone’s rankings and names.
Lastly, their superpowers.
He himself was a strength-type ability user. After awakening, his strength was immense.
Li Xiaodong (Second Brother), Zhang Tu (Little Seven), and Qin Zhou (Little Eight) were fire ability users. Especially Qin Zhou—he had already reached the early stage of the second tier, and his firepower was extremely strong.
Qi Hu (Third Brother) had a very low presence, but he was a psychic-type ability user with powerful attack strength.
Wang Ze (Fourth Brother) and Jun Bian (Little Six) were metal-type users—no need to say more, they were very strong.
Lin Xu (Little Five), as mentioned earlier, was a space-type user. With the supply of everyone’s core crystals and his own efforts, he had reached the mid-stage of the second tier, with a space of about one hundred square meters.
They planned to use half of it to store food, and the other half for motorcycles and weapons.
He Wangyan (Little Nine) was a speed-type ability user.
Li Ke (Little Ten) was a wood-type ability user, Dai (Little Eleven) was an earth-type ability user, and Peng Zhui (Little Twelve) was a water-type ability user.
Aside from Lin Xu, who had the highest level but no attack power, all the others who had reached the second tier were the main combat strength of the team.
These included Qin Zhou’s fire ability, Wang Ze and Jun Bian’s metal abilities, and most importantly, Qi Hu’s psychic ability.
The rest were all at the mid-stage of the first tier.
But fortunately, everyone had a superpower, giving them, in addition to cold weapons, another chance to survive.
The only question was whether his sister had a superpower.
Seeing how detailed his explanation was, Xue Qi also briefly talked about the superpowers of the three of them. He described Wen Qiao as having a mutated wood-type superpower—poisonous but controllable—at the early stage of the third tier.
That’s right, she was still wearing the same outfit as yesterday. It wasn’t dirty, and she had been using her superpower the whole time to protect herself, Wen Jiuya, and Xue Qi. The three of them remained clean and neat.
Wen Jiuya had dual water and ice abilities at the mid-stage of the second tier.
As for himself, he had lightning and space dual abilities at the late stage of the second tier.
After Xue Qi finished speaking, the three of them successfully drew the attention of the boys—admiration, envy, surprise, and some expressionless stares.
Wen Jiuya had originally felt overwhelmed by the number of people and had only remembered a few good-looking faces and superpowers, her head spinning. But now she wanted to laugh.
They were still just kids.
The group went downstairs and split the supplies from the convenience store evenly.
Checking the time—eight o’clock. There was no time left. She stretched out her hand for Wen Qiao to see.
Wen Qiao made the decision.
“Let’s go!”
The noise of motorcycles was too loud, so to avoid alerting anything, Xue Qi went to find a bus. The group boarded it and drove toward the school.
Some zombies were attracted by the sound and lunged at the bus, only to be ruthlessly run over by Xue Qi.
From time to time, Wen Qiao shot wooden arrows to knock down zombies trying to climb onto the bus.
As for Wen Jiuya… she fell asleep (?????).
It was only a half-hour trip anyway—why rush? Better to conserve energy.
But the kids were extremely nervous, each of them pressing their lips tightly together.
The bus stopped at the main gate. Xue Qi stood up, rubbed his hands, and said, “Grab your weapons. We’re heading out now!”
Wen Jiuya opened her eyes, fully awake, and followed behind Xue Qi and Wen Qiao. The three of them looked as if they were out for a trip, dressed bright and clean, just like before the apocalypse.
Only the cold weapons in their hands felt slightly out of place.
Xue Qi held a Tang sword, while Wen Qiao wielded two small, exquisite crescent blades. The two of them at the front cut through zombies as if slicing watermelons, one strike each, effortlessly.
Wen Jiuya had picked up a whip along the way. She swung it a few times—it felt quite handy. With her ice ability added, its effect doubled.
She could smash zombie heads without even getting her clothes dirty. Perfect.
Behind them, the twelve brothers carried various weapons—some held kitchen knives, some boning knives, some baseball bats, and some fought barehanded using their superpowers…
At first, Xue Qi led the charge, with Wen Qiao and Wen Jiuya positioned slightly behind him on both sides.
Yellow-haired Li Xiaodong followed behind Wen Qiao, giving directions to avoid small side paths.
Later, it shifted to Wen Qiao leading with Li Xiaodong, while Wen Qiao and Xue Qi covered the sides.
Among the remaining eleven brothers, the four stronger ones paired up and spread out on both sides, protecting the weaker members in the middle.
They crossed the field and headed straight right toward the canteen. The main issue was the sheer number of zombies. The three of them could hold on, but the younger ones behind couldn’t last long. They had to rush through as quickly as possible, or more and more zombies would gather.
From time to time, they also had to check if anyone had fallen behind.
Meanwhile, at the canteen—
At the front, canteen staff and teachers were discussing how the remaining food wouldn’t last another week. Their hypocritical expressions were nauseating.
Below, Bai Mumu hugged Wang Yuhan. “Hanhhan, will your brother really come to save you?”
Wang Yuhan hadn’t rested well these past few days and was deeply worried about her brother. She looked listless. “Mm.”
Her tone was somewhat absent-minded.
Bai Mumu rolled her eyes inwardly. What are you acting proud for? Your brother hasn’t even come yet—who knows if he’s already dead.
She let go of Wang Yuhan.
There weren’t many people in the canteen—about seventy-four in total. Twenty-two were canteen staff, four were teachers, and forty-eight were students.
Aside from the canteen staff, most had arrived later, including Wang Yuhan.
At that time, the zombies in the canteen had already been dealt with by the staff, and they had barricaded the doors together.
In the midst of the dispirited atmosphere, the doors were suddenly pounded heavily.
“Open the door! Open the door!” Loud banging came from outside, accompanied by the growls of zombies and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.
Most of the students trembled in fear, though a few braver ones prepared to open the door.
A male teacher stopped them. “No one is allowed to go! The food is already insufficient. Do you want them to come in and take our food?”
Some students turned pale. What did he mean? If there wasn’t enough food, did that mean they could just leave people to die? Then what about a few days later? Would they refuse to give them food too?