Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 - School bus

Shao gripped the cold metal of the balcony railing tightly, his fingers numb from the biting night air. He pulled himself higher, his muscles straining, and peered over the edge.

Below him, the school grounds stretched out in eerie silence, a battlefield abandoned in the wake of chaos.

Shadows flickered between the buildings, the dim emergency lights casting long, jagged silhouettes.

There—a flash of yellow.

Shao’s pulse quickened. The school bus was still there, parked near the far corner of the building, half-hidden in the darkness. If they could just make it down to that bus, if they could reach it before the undead overran them, they might have a chance. A real chance.

”Are you sure we can get to the bus through the fire escape?” he asked, his voice hushed yet urgent. His brother, Lu Zhi, stood beside him, equally tense.

Lu Zhi didn’t hesitate. ”We have three fire escape staircases. One is in the middle of the two buildings, and the other two are on the exterior. The one outside this building is rarely used and should still be locked up. If we want to get to it, we’ll need to go up to the terrace first and climb down. It leads straight to the bus.”

Shao exhaled sharply and turned to Muchen, who was watching the scene unfold with a steady, calculating gaze.

”But the way we came in...” Shao’s voice trailed off, dread curling in his stomach. ”The zombies have already flooded the elevators and stairs.”

A heavy silence settled over them.

Muchen let out a slow breath, pressing a hand against his stomach. He wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or something else, but the weight of the situation pressed against his chest like an iron vice. Every passing second felt like a countdown to disaster.

In the corner of the dimly lit room, two girls whispered among themselves, occasionally sneaking quick glances at him. The moment Muchen met their eyes, they blushed and looked away, their hushed voices dying in their throats. He could tell they recognized him. Even now, in the middle of a nightmare, his celebrity status lingered like a ghost.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the balcony.

A cold gust of wind whipped through the open space, carrying with it the pungent stench of decay. The smell was suffocating—rotten flesh, dried blood, the unmistakable scent of death.

Muchen swallowed down his revulsion and focused on the building opposite them.

The windows, made of sun-reflective glass, mirrored his face back at him. But he wasn’t looking at his own reflection—he was looking at the classroom below.

Inside, a few zombies stumbled aimlessly between overturned desks and bloodstained floors, their slow, mindless movements eerie in the dim light. But the corridor outside?

Empty.

Muchen narrowed his eyes, his body still as he observed for nearly ten minutes. No movement. No shadows darting past.

This was their best chance.

Behind him, the door to their classroom groaned ominously. The barricade wouldn’t hold for much longer. The undead were relentless, their growls and scraping fingers growing louder and more desperate.

Shao ran a frustrated hand through his hair, pacing anxiously. ”We don’t have time,” he muttered, his fingers clenching into fists.

A loud crack echoed through the room as the wood of the door splintered.

Muchen turned back to the group. ”We can climb down to the next floor and take the elevator,” he said, his voice steady despite the growing chaos.

Shao frowned. ”But the floor is full of zombies—”

”It is” Muchen interrupted. ”But all of them were attracted to the noise and came up to this floor. The floors below should be deserted now. If we move fast, we can make it.”

Shao glanced at the door again. The pounding had intensified. The wooden panels trembled, the cracks spreading like veins.

They didn’t have a choice.

”Let’s do it,” he said, his voice firm.

Tense silence fell over the room.

The younger students exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes darting between the barricaded door and each other. Fear radiated off them in waves. No one spoke, but their hesitance was palpable.

Then, one of the boys—a tall, wiry student with sharp eyes—stepped forward. His fists were clenched at his sides, his expression a mix of fear and resentment.

”You’re the one who brought them here,” he spat, his voice shaking. ”Why the hell should you get to leave?!”

The tension spiked instantly.

Another student, one who had initially called out to them earlier, raised his hands in a placating gesture. ”Hey, we’re all just trying to survive here. Fighting won’t—”

But the angry boy wasn’t listening. His breathing was ragged, his eyes wild with panic. He took a shaky step forward, then turned his fury onto Lu Zhi.

”It’s all your fault, Lu Zhi!” he snarled. ”You and your brother! If it weren’t for you, maybe the others wouldn’t have died! You should go out there and lure them away while we escape!”

Then, in a flash, he lunged.

Chaos erupted.

Lu Zhi was fast.

Before the boy’s hands could reach him, he dodged to the side, grabbing his attacker’s wrist and twisting it behind his back in one swift motion. With a grunt of effort, he slammed the boy down onto the floor.

A collective gasp rippled through the group.

The boy struggled, kicking wildly, but Lu Zhi was stronger. His grip tightened, his muscles tense with suppressed rage. His breath came hard and fast.

”What did you just say about my brother?” His voice was low, dangerous.

The boy beneath him froze, but Lu Zhi wasn’t done. His fingers dug into the other student’s arm, his patience snapping like a frayed wire.

”If you even try something like that again,” he leaned in closer, his voice ice-cold, ”I will throw you down myself.”

The room was deathly silent.

The boy’s chest heaved as he glared up at Lu Zhi, his defiance wavering beneath the weight of his fear. He had expected an argument, maybe a scuffle—but not this.

Beneath Lu Zhi’s rage burned something deeper—hurt, exhaustion, betrayal. They had risked their lives to get this far, only to be blamed for everything?

Muchen, who had been watching the scene unfold, finally stepped forward.

”Enough,” he said, his voice steady but firm.

Lu Zhi hesitated before letting go.

The boy scrambled backward, breathing hard, his expression still defiant but shaken. He glanced around, searching for support. But no one spoke.

The truth was, they were all too afraid to choose sides.

Muchen swept his gaze over the group, his eyes sharp and unwavering. ”We don’t have time for this,” he said. ”We either move together, or we die here. Your choice.”

Behind them, the door groaned under the weight of the relentless attack.

Another loud crack echoed through the room as a bony hand burst through the wood, fingers clawing at the air.

It wasn’t going to hold much longer.

Muchen turned back to the others, his jaw set. ”We leave now.”