The End of the World: Start Collecting Supplies from the Third Grade Classroom

Seeds are memories. The number is the frequency. Respond and get on the bus. The end of the world is coming without any warning, and Class 7 of Senior High School is trapped in the teaching building. There is no system, no powers, just twenty-three bottles of mineral water, half a bag of spicy strips, and a group of high school students who are thinking about the college entrance examination. Wang Hao led his classmates to search floors, make weapons, calculate rations, and find a way to survive between zombies and human nature. But they soon discovered that something was wrong with these infected people - they didn't bite, they lined up in neat rows, and looked up at the sky. They are not hunting, they are waiting for a ride. A whistle sounded from underground. A series of numbers may appear on everyone's wrist. The person who is called will stand up on his own and walk towards the rising metal platform in the center of the playground - not to be controlled, but to respond. People who get on the bus don't come back. The people left behind are just shells. The forgotten boy in the corner of the classroom had been lying on the barrier staring at them for six days. His number is 0041. He is waiting for the next train. "Don't panic, I'll count three. One, find a weapon. Two, block the door. Three, if anyone cries again, I'll throw him out to feed the zombies - provided they still bite."