The end of the world begins with escape

"But now there's a lack of water in the building."

"There should be a problem with the water supply system, there is no running water."

"You still dare to drink tap water? Aren't you afraid that there will be a rotting zombie lying in the water tank for you?" A cold voice came from outside the door, and the voice was full of ridicule.

The girl in blue and white sportswear looked disgusted, "Are you disgusted? Who are you?"

Song Youai hurriedly ran forward, glanced at the dozen or so people crowded in the classroom, turned around and asked the man next to him who was in his thirties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and looked very much like a teacher, "Excuse me, are you there?" Have you met Song Shijun?"

"Have you met Song Shijun from Xishi No. 1 Middle School?"

Xie Ning clearly saw that after her mother said these words, the eyes of the man in black-rimmed glasses flashed unnaturally behind the lenses.

"I'm sorry, the situation was particularly chaotic when the chaos broke out yesterday. We are from Sioux City No. 2 Middle School, and we may not be familiar with you people from West City No. 1 Middle School."

Xie Ning turned her head, her eyes fell on the girl in blue and white sportswear who hurriedly avoided her gaze, and she frowned slightly.

What are these people guilty of?

Her eyes were locked on the girl in sportswear, "You are about the same age as Song Shijun, so you are also a contestant."

"I don't know the Song Shijun you're talking about."

Xie Ning sneered and curled her lips, "You say you don't know Song Shijun, the talented boy from No. 1 Middle School in West City and the first place in the competition every year?"

"I..." the girl was speechless and stamped her feet, "Yesterday everyone was doing questions, and suddenly someone turned into something like a zombie and started biting people. Wouldn't the classroom be in chaos? Piles of people were running outside. Where could I be? Notice where Song Shijun went?"

The dark-skinned middle-aged man took a few steps forward and said, "Who are you from Song Shijun's family? Why are you embarrassing a little girl like my daughter?"

"Are you coming from the West City?" The man with black-rimmed glasses flashed his eyes, "So, what's the situation outside? Are there any troops on the road to pick us up and take us to a safe place?"

Xie Ning didn't want to talk nonsense to them, so she turned directly to her mother and Wang Zongxuan and said, "Go and look for them on the fourth floor."

"Hey, let's ask our dean, why are you so rude?" Chen Jiajia stared with dissatisfaction.

Song Youai also became anxious, "Then let's ask you, you always hesitate and say nothing? You are the teachers and students of Su City No. 2 Middle School, so where are the teachers and students of our West City No. 1 Middle School who came to participate in the competition? "

"Where are the students and teachers from other schools? Won't they all turn into zombies?"

"Who knows about this." The man with black-framed glasses, whom Chen Jiajia called the dean, reached out and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, don't leave." A woman in a white shirt, black short skirt, and business suit with short ear-length hair hurried forward to stop them, "Our vice principal sprained his foot while running, do you have any medicine? Whatever. Just put on some ointment that can stimulate the muscles and activate blood circulation, and it will be enough for him to be able to walk."

Xie Ning squinted her eyes, feeling that the woman in front of her felt strangely familiar.

Had she seen it before? She couldn't remember it for a while.

Before Xie Ning could respond, Song Youai took the lead and said angrily, "We are here to look for someone. What kind of ointment should we bring? You are really crazy."

He said something lightly and asked for some ointment.

Can you show me just one of them?

The short-haired woman frowned and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Aren't you from outside?"