The ancient Antarctic virus combined with nuclear pollution, and the apocalypse came overnight.
The once bustling university has become a zombie hunting ground.
The corridor is a dead end, there is a wave of corpses downstairs, and there is no news of outside rescue.
Several classmates and I were trapped in the dormitory,
No weapons, no adequate food, no future.
Seal doors, guard windows, save water, store food,
Counting every chance of survival in despair.
Some people are cowardly and retreat, some people are impulsive and die, and some people reveal their true nature in desperate situations.
And I can only hold on to everything that can be used as a weapon, and struggle to survive between the pile of corpses and the human heart.
From the dormitory to the air raid shelter two hundred meters away,
It is a short journey, but it is a narrow escape from death.
This is not a cool article, not a game.
This is me, an ordinary college student,
A bone-chillingly realistic zombie survival diary in a closed campus.
