On the day when the zombies broke out, the four ordinary girls in the 302 women's dormitory had just spent the night cursing and finishing their opening report.
The only wish of ordinary female college graduates is to successfully obtain their graduation certificate and degree certificate. As for the future, will you take the postgraduate entrance examination? Design into the factory? Study abroad for gold plating? Or simply change careers? I was worried about a way out, but there was no way out. The earth online directly forced a refresh and launched the doomsday system.
—No one said that "Zombie Clearance and Practice" is a compulsory course for senior year!
Credits: No limit. Consequences of failure: permanent withdrawal (physics level). Textbooks: everything you have at hand, and what you have learned in four years (although it may not be useful, but good luck to you)
When the roar of zombies overwhelms the school bell, and when blood splashes on the wall of honor. The first beating that society gives to fresh graduates is not "finding a job" but "seeking a way to survive."
See how an ordinary female college student takes the worst "fresh graduate" script and fights her way through a suddenly loaded full-level hell instance.
—Fuck graduation anxiety. Now, Survival is the only KPI. (The four of us vow to complete the credits for this course!)
Purpose: Love and Peace