I sprinted towards the infirmary, and by the time I reached the entrance, a large crowd of students had already gathered there.
The scene was chaotic.
A girl covered in blood squeezed out from the infirmary door.
As soon as she got out, she fell to the ground, crawling away frantically, screaming hysterically:
"There's been a murder! A murder! Zhu Jiajia's gone mad! She's... she's eating people!"
I stood amidst the crowd, noticing a chunk of flesh seemed to be missing from her neck.
I quickly pushed my way through the throng.
Doctor Park was standing aside, looking terrified, her face ashen.
And Zhu Jiajia had already stood up.
Her once pure and sweet face was now grotesquely distorted, her jaw hanging at a dislocated angle.
Thick yellow drool mixed with bright red blood dripped continuously from the corners of her mouth, and she was chewing on something with a force that produced a "crunch, crunch" sound.
I turned to look at the girl who had just escaped. She was clutching her neck, blood spurting through her fingers from a deep wound.
"Hold her down! Quickly, hold her down!" a male student shouted.
Three male classmates were desperately trying to restrain Zhu Jiajia.
The once delicate and charming school belle now struggled with such force that the tiles beneath the feet of the three strong men made a grating sound, unable to bear the weight.
I rushed to Doctor Park's side, "Doctor Park, what the hell is going on? Wasn't she unconscious?"
Doctor Park shook her head, her voice trembling and incoherent, "I don't know... a lot of students suddenly came to the infirmary, I was busy with check-ups... then, suddenly, Zhu Jiajia, who was lying there, just stood up. She moved so fast, lunged at the nearest girl, and bit her neck... and then, it was like this."
At this moment, the jacket that belonged to me had long fallen from Zhu Jiajia's body to the ground.
The body that had made countless boys drool on the forums was now exposed to the cold air.
But no one present had the mind to appreciate it.
Her skin was no longer smooth and fair but covered with large, dense pustules.
Some of the pustules had burst, oozing black pus, combined with those deep red ulcerated wounds, looking even more disgusting than zombies in horror movies.
The male classmates helping to hold down Zhu Jiajia all had their eyes tightly shut, faces full of disgust.
I understood their revulsion too well, as a strong stench of decay was emanating continuously from Zhu Jiajia.
I glanced around inadvertently and found that the infirmary beds were now full, with five students lying on them, all flushed and breathing rapidly.
"No! Let go! Let go now!" Doctor Park suddenly seemed to realize something, shouting at the top of her lungs, "She has mutated syphilis! You can't have direct contact with her like this! It will spread!"
However, saying this now was like closing the stable door after the horse had bolted.
Chaos erupted in an instant, leaving no time for anyone to react.
"Zhou Peiyu? What are you doing here?"
A voice sounded behind me. I turned to see Li Wenli, her large headphones hanging around her neck, holding a half-eaten apple.
"Li Wenli? What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.
"My roommate's sick, asked me to get her some medicine," Li Wenli said casually, her gaze then moving past my shoulder to Zhu Jiajia.
Her usually half-open eyes suddenly widened, and the apple in her hand fell to the ground, "Fing hell... is that Zhu Jiajia? How did she turn into this ghostly figure?"
"I don't know either..." I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.
At that moment, the boy lying on another bed suddenly moved.
He twisted on the bed in an extremely bizarre posture, accompanied by a piercing "crack, crack" of bones, his entire body folding in on itself before he stood stiffly on the ground.
He lowered his head, growling from his throat.
Li Wenli, Doctor Park, and I stared at the student, dumbfounded.
"Something's wrong... Zhou Peiyu!" Li Wenli suddenly grabbed my hand, "Run! Run!"
And just at that moment, the "crack, crack" sounding male student suddenly jerked his head up, revealing eyes devoid of pupils, only gray-white irises.
He let out a roar and charged at a male student who was helping to restrain Zhu Jiajia.
"Ah—!"
A piercing scream came from behind us, and before the boy could react, half of his shoulder was bitten off, blood and flesh flying.
"Run! Are you just going to stand there and wait to die?!" Li Wenli shouted, pulling me as we dashed out.
We burst through the infirmary doors, where even more people had gathered outside.
Li Wenli ran while shouting back at the students who were still curiously peeking in, even taking out their phones to take pictures:
"You idiots! What the hell are you looking at? Run! Those are zombies!"
The crowd hadn't reacted yet when the girl who had been bitten on the neck and was bleeding out suddenly sprang up, pouncing on a girl who was helping her, biting down.
"Ah! Help! She's biting me!"
The entrance to the infirmary descended into chaos.
Screams, shoving, and curses intertwined, with those quick to react fleeing for their lives, while others, refusing to believe, tried to pull the biting girl away, only to be pounced on instantly.
The dim campus streetlights swayed in the wind, casting long shadows of the overlapping figures, resembling a dance of ghosts in hell.
Li Wenli dragged me, heading straight for the school gate.
Her voice distorted by the wind, "Quick, quick, quick!Fing hell, if these really are zombies, we can't stay at the school!"
Panting heavily, I couldn't help but glance back. The infirmary had turned into a slaughterhouse.
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We had just crossed the sports field when Li Wenli suddenly came to a screeching halt, nearly flinging me forward.
"Fing hell..."
I stopped too, following her gaze.
In the direction of the school gate, a massive crowd of dark figures surged.
Hundreds, maybe thousands of "students" were running towards us.
Their movements were bizarre, some dragging broken legs, others with heads covered in blood, but without exception, their faces were covered in those dense, disgusting pustules.