As soon as Pei Yijun finished speaking, Li Yang, Chu Zhimiao, and three other men stepped forward to stand behind him. He looked at the more than thirty people in front of him with a hint of disappointment.
Standing at the back of the group, Mo Binxue frowned, weighing the pros and cons. After a while, she finally made up her mind and raised her hand.
"B-Brother Pei, I want to go with you," she said softly.
Hearing her timid voice, everyone turned to look at her. Seeing that it was a girl, one of the students tried to persuade her, "Classmate, you are just a weak girl. Are you sure you want to join them to find supplies? I think it's better for you to follow us and join Teacher Cao."
"Classmate, you should join us. At least Teacher Cao won't ask you to go out and find supplies. He and his team will protect us until the government sends people to rescue us," another student added.
Mo Binxue noticed their lingering gazes on her body and felt disgusted. Rather than staying with these low-class people, she would take the risk and get closer to Pei Yijun.
Despite her inner thoughts, she maintained a timid expression and said, "N-No, I want to get strong and protect myself."
After speaking, she walked over to stand behind Pei Yijun. The three men looked at her approvingly, while Li Yang and Pei Yijun remained silent.
It was Chu Zhimiao who rolled her eyes and muttered, "A green tea bitch pretending to be a white lotus. Are you trying a new flavor?"
Her voice was neither loud nor soft. Li Yang, who stood beside her, heard her words clearly and nearly choked on his saliva, struggling to hold back his laughter.
He glanced at his childhood friend, wondering why she hated Mo Binxue so much. As far as he knew, Mo Binxue hadn't done anything to offend her.
While everyone was still whispering among themselves, a girl slipped into the building through the side door and quietly joined the group.
Seeing that no one else wanted to join him, Pei Yijun said to his team, "Let's go."
Just as he finished speaking, a soft voice called from behind the group, "Wait a moment."
A moment later, a girl wearing a black T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and black sneakers stepped forward. She carried a large mountain backpack on her back, and a boning knife was strapped to her waist. Her short black hair swayed lightly as she walked.
Standing in front of Pei Yijun, the girl smiled and asked, "Senior, can I join your team?"
Lowering his head, Pei Yijun met her gaze and was taken aback by the excitement in her eyes. Most people he met after the apocalypse had fear, worry, or jealousy in their eyes. Even his trusted friend still showed hesitation and fear whenever they went out to find supplies.
Finding her interesting, he smiled and replied, "Sure, but I won't be responsible for your safety."
"I can protect myself," the girl replied.
Pei Yijun observed her for a moment before turning around and saying, "Let's go."
Before leaving, they searched for anything that could be used as a weapon. Holding iron rods, wooden sticks, and even broken brooms, they stood at the door.
Outside, several zombies wandered aimlessly, letting out hoarse growls. The moment the door was pulled open, the zombies suddenly froze and turned around.
A second later, they roared one after another and rushed toward them. Unfortunately, no matter how fast they moved, their speed was only as fast as a brisk walk.
Seeing them approach, the students inside quickly shut and locked the door. Standing at the entrance, Pei Yijun said, "Disperse."
As soon as he spoke, everyone moved to the sides, forming two-person teams. Before they could steady themselves, the zombies were already reaching for them with their rotting hands.
Roar!
Jiao Lizhi pulled out her boning knife, following closely behind Mo Binxue while dodging the zombies' attacks. Her gaze remained cold as she silently waited for the right moment to use the zombies to get rid of her.
At that moment, Mo Binxue tried her best not to scream as a zombie lunged at her with its mouth wide open. Gripping an iron rod, she swung it frantically while muttering, "Don't come closer, don't come closer!"
Perhaps she was lucky—her random attack struck the side of the zombie's head with a loud thud.
The zombie collapsed and struggled to get up.
Seeing this, Mo Binxue's eyes flashed with hatred and disgust as she raised her iron rod and swung it down, aiming for the zombie's head.
Duagh! Duagh! Duagh!
She struck repeatedly as if possessed by a demon. After a while, she finally stopped and breathed heavily.
Looking at the minced rotten flesh on the ground, she gagged and vomited on the spot. Fortunately, she had eaten nothing, drinking only two sips of water, so nothing came out to dirty her clothes.
Not far away, a man noticed her situation and quickly rushed over. Seeing a zombie approaching her from behind, he waved his hand, and a wooden ball materialized out of thin air, flying at the zombie with great speed.
Crack!
The wooden ball smashed into the zombie's head, killing it instantly. As the zombie fell, the man reached Mo Binxue's side and grabbed her elbow, helping her steady herself.
"Are you okay?" he asked.