"No way!" All four guys in Dorm 708 shook their heads in unison. Like hell they were going out there—zombies eat people. If you can hole up and survive, why risk your neck?
"Let's just stay put and wait for rescue," said a bespectacled, bookish-looking guy. "As long as we keep quiet and out of sight, the zombies won't find us."
"And what if rescue doesn't come for days?" Sean frowned.
"No big deal. We've still got plenty of food in here. We can hold out for a while," said another guy with a mop of curly hair.
At that, Ethan's eyes lit up.
They'd scavenged through room after room and barely scraped together a few bags of chips and candy. None of them had eaten their fill in days. And now these guys were sitting on a stash big enough to last?
"Mind if we come in for a bit?" Ethan said with a friendly smile. "Standing out here in the hall's just asking to draw zombies."
"Ah—yeah, yeah, come in, quick!"
