At Zhixing University in March, I was still fighting my roommate for the last tea egg, while the news was hyping up “rabies mutation cases.” Everyone laughed at the media for chasing clicks, until I saw with my own eyes the student who’d been fighting me for the egg lunge at a girl by the sports field.
The military said they had things “under control,” but an accident sent the virus completely out of control. I’m Chen Ye, an ordinary college student. Along with Lin Xiaoman, who’s good at programming, I fled from the dormitory to the library. Those deleted posts...
