Chapter 2: No One Is Coming — But We Must Survive
It was the beginning of the year 2030.
A year that was supposed to symbolize progress.
Technology. Stability. A better future.
Instead—
It marked the collapse of everything we believed in.
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Outside our classroom, the screams never stopped.
They rose and fell like waves crashing against a cliff—sharp cries, desperate shouts, then sudden silence. The air was thick with the stench of blood and fear. Somewhere down the corridor, something heavy slammed against a door again and again.
Bang.
Bang.
Crack.
The sound of zombies echoed through the building.
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Across the college campus, the undead roamed freely.
No one dared open their doors.
Classrooms were sealed. Offices barricaded. Stairwells abandoned. Through the narrow glass panel in our classroom door, shadows passed—slow, jerking movements that didn't belong to living people.
No one knew what these things were.
Were they zombies?
Were they monsters?
Or were they something far worse?
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Cheng Kung stood near the door.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. His posture was straight, feet planted firmly on the ground as if nothing could push him back. His short hair was neatly trimmed, his sports jacket stretched across a powerful chest built from years of football training.
For once—
He looked reliable.
In the past, he had bullied weaker students. Mocked them. Used his strength to dominate. I was one of them.
But now, in the face of death, Cheng Kung showed courage.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice loud and steady. "The police will come. Rescue teams will arrive soon."
His words cut through the fear.
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Cheng Kung was the college's football champion.
Strong. Confident. Used to command.
He stood at the front of the classroom, not hiding behind desks like others. Some students instinctively gathered closer to him, as if his strength alone could protect them.
Especially now.
Fear makes people cling to power.
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Standing beside him was Jia Li.
She was slender, dressed in a simple blouse and long skirt—her clothes slightly wrinkled from the chaos. Her posture remained composed, hands clasped together, eyes calm but alert.
She had once been a teaching assistant—kind, patient, especially toward students with poor grades.
She had helped me before.
Back when Cheng Kung bullied me, she was the one who stopped him. She had told me quietly, "Don't give up. Everyone grows at a different pace."
Her presence softened Cheng Kung's harshness.
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A worried voice broke the silence.
"Even if we're safe now… how long can we survive without food or water?"
The question hit hard.
No one answered immediately.
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Hui Ying spoke next.
She leaned against a desk, arms crossed, confidence still written on her face despite the situation. Her hair was tied tightly behind her head, and her eyes held a strange certainty.
"Relax," she said. "My father will definitely send people to rescue us."
Cheng Kung nodded.
"She's right. We just need to stay calm and wait."
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The classroom relaxed—just a little.
Hope is fragile, but people hold onto it desperately.
They trusted Cheng Kung.
Not because he was right—but because he was strong.
He had already helped a few students escape during the initial outbreak. In their eyes, he wasn't just a sports champion anymore.
He was becoming a leader.
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But outside—
The screams continued.
Glass shattered.
Furniture overturned.
Monsters growled and howled like beasts wearing human skin.
The world beyond our door was collapsing.
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I sat silently at the back of the room.
My expression didn't change.
But my heart wasn't calm.
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Waiting?
That was all they planned to do.
Wait.
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My thoughts drifted home.
To my mother.
To my younger sister.
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Her name is Yu Ming.
Only one year younger than me. Bright. Sharp-minded. Talented in both academics and sports. She studied at another college—not far from here.
I didn't know if she was safe.
The thought tightened my chest.
I couldn't sit here pretending everything would be fine.
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All I ever wanted was simple.
Graduate.
Find a job.
Take care of my mother and sister.
Live quietly.
But now—
Everything was falling apart.
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What was happening to the world?
Why was no one coming?
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I looked at the classroom door.
Locked.
Barricaded.
Safe.
For now.
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But safety that depends on hope alone—
Isn't safety at all.
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I clenched my fists.
I couldn't wait.
I wouldn't wait.
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If no one is coming…
Then I would go out there myself.
I had to find my sister.
Even if it meant stepping into hell.
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Character & Scene Breakdown
Cheng Kung
Height: Tall (around 185 cm)
Build: Muscular, athletic
Posture: Dominant, confident
Role: False security / surface-level leader
Strength: Physical power, charisma
Weakness: Overreliance on external rescue
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Jia Li
Height: Average
Build: Slim, graceful
Aura: Calm, nurturing
Role: Moral balance, emotional warmth
Connection to MC: Past kindness (seed for future trust)
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Hui Ying
Personality: Arrogant confidence
Role: Privilege-based hope
Belief: Rescue will come because of status