An ancient Antarctic virus combines with nuclear contamination, and the apocalypse arrives overnight.
A once-bustling university becomes a hunting ground for zombies.
The corridors are dead ends, the grounds below are swarming with the undead, and there is no word of rescue from the outside.
A few classmates and I are trapped in our dormitory.
No weapons, not enough food, no future.
Barricade the doors, guard the windows, ration the water, hide the food.
In despair, we calculate every chance of staying alive.
Some people cower and give up, some die in reckless impulses, and others reveal their true nature when pushed to the brink.
All I can do is grip anything at hand that could serve as a weapon and fight to survive amid the corpses and the depths of human nature.
From the dormitory to the air-raid shelter two hundred meters away,
a short stretch of road becomes a deadly path with almost no chance of survival.
This is not a power fantasy. This is not a game.
This is the bone-chillingly real diary of a zombie apocalypse,
written by me, an ordinary college student,
trapped on a quarantined campus.
