Now, with the apocalypse in full swing, life and death were commonplace, and the law no longer held any power. Yale’s darker impulses had taken over. He was ruthless and decisive, using the guise of rescue to win over a few lackeys and take control of over a hundred students.
The most attractive female students had been forced to become his exclusive companions, allowing him to live like a king.
Yale shoved the male student out of the gymnasium and barked, "Go unclog the sewer. If you succeed, your rations will be doubled, and you can pick any two female students from inside."
The male student screamed in terror, "There are monsters out there, Teacher Yale! Please, let me back in!"
When the rainstorm hit, the sewer near A University’s gymnasium had become blocked, and a horde of rats infected with the zombie virus had emerged.
There weren’t many—only a few thousand—but for the survivors in the gymnasium, it was a death sentence. No one dared to venture outside, not even Yale, the tall and burly physical education teacher.
Despite his strength and ruthlessness, which had allowed him to dominate the group of naive students, Yale was no match for a swarm of mutated zombie rats. He’d sent two male students out earlier, but they’d been overwhelmed and devoured in seconds, leaving not even a bone behind.
Yale, nearly scared out of his wits, had no choice but to order the doors and windows of the gymnasium sealed. But now, with the sewer blocked, they had to act. Otherwise, they’d either drown or be eaten alive by the rats.
Yale wasn’t ready to die.
"Listen up," he growled. "Either you unclog the sewer and get your reward, or you die. Your choice." The male student begged and pleaded, but Yale was unmoved. The last student who’d resisted had been thrown to the zombies.
He glared at the huddled students, his anger boiling over. If he was going down, he’d make sure they suffered too.
"Teacher Yale," the male student said, his voice trembling, "I can’t do it alone. Can you send a few more people to help me?"
Yale pondered for a moment and then ordered, "Dagan, grab a few people here."
Dagan was one of Yale’s students. They had been close even before the apocalypse, and when the world fell into chaos, Yale had quickly won him over.
Along with another student named Higuan, the three of them now controlled over a hundred students.
In the corner, upon hearing Yale’s command, Dagan immediately seized several young and strong male students and shoved them out of the gymnasium.
Yale employed a mix of threats and incentives, tempting and intimidating the students simultaneously. The male students had no choice but to attempt to clear the sewer. If they succeeded, they might die later, but if they refused, they would die immediately.
The sewer near the gymnasium was located in a flower bed at the junction between the gymnasium and the university cafeteria. It was completely blocked. Five male students staggered forward through the heavy rain, their vision obscured. It took them over twenty minutes to reach the flower bed.
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Meanwhile, in a large classroom of a teaching building two kilometers away from the gymnasium, more than twenty students sat in silence, eating moldy bread with their heads down.
Jinn drank some water and forced the bread down her throat. Suddenly, her face turned pale, and she rushed to the windowsill, taking deep breaths of fresh air.
"Jinn, what’s wrong?" Ale asked, his voice laced with concern. He couldn’t help but glance at Jinn graceful figure, though he quickly averted his gaze, not wanting her to notice his attention.
Jinn was the undisputed campus belle of A University.
Her stunning beauty, perfect figure, and exceptional intelligence made her the idol of every male student. Even professors and administrators treated her with respect.
Before the apocalypse, she had been ranked among the top three most beautiful students in the country, attracting countless admirers.
Ale was just one of her many admirers.
Before the world ended, they had been classmates, and their relationship had been cordial but distant. When the apocalypse struck, Ale had helped Jinn survive several crises, earning her trust.
However, he dared not reveal his true feelings, knowing that Jinn pride would never allow her to lower herself to his level. She was a woman of extreme arrogance, unwilling to compromise even in the face of death.
By the windowsill, Jinn looked pale and weak. Her eyes filled with pity as she gazed toward the flower bed near the cafeteria, where the five male students were struggling through the rain.
"Jinn, what’s wrong?" Camila, Jinn’s best friend, asked with concern. She had never seen Jinn in such a state.
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The other students also looked at Jinn curiously, unsure of what was happening.
"Do you have a fever? It’s so hot outside. Why don’t you rest?" Camila touched Jinn’s forehead, her voice filled with worry.
"What? Jinn has a fever?" Ale protective instincts kicked in. Seeing his beloved goddess in distress, he became more anxious than anyone else.
"It’s an acute high fever. She needs treatment, or the infection could get worse," Camila said tentatively.
"But where can we find medicine? A University doesn’t have any," Zaiden chimed in. He was another of Jinn’s admirers, though he had long since given up on winning her affection and instead focused on Camila, who was also a campus beauty, albeit not as exquisite as Jinn.
The room buzzed with chatter. Some students were genuinely concerned, while others secretly relished Jinn’s misfortune. Many of the girls couldn’t stand her arrogance and were quietly pleased to see her suffering.
Camila, however, hid her disdain for the boys. She knew exactly what they were thinking. If it weren’t for their usefulness in scavenging for food, she wouldn’t have bothered with them at all.
Camila was a seductive beauty with a slender waist, plump breasts, and a face full of charm. She was the kind of girl every man dreamed of holding in his arms.