Have you ever fought desperately for credits?

I have.

And now is the time.

An outbreak of zombies occurred in our school, and the entire school fell in just three hours!

Originally, there were 40,000 students, but now there are only 10,000 left.

Due to the excellent security system in the school, the walls are built very high, just to prevent us from ordering takeout and climbing over them.

Three hours have passed, and our school is still the only one that has been taken over by zombies.

The zombies haven't climbed out of the school yet.

The surviving students huddled together in groups, hiding in meeting rooms, laboratories, gymnasiums, and large classrooms.

At this time, the remaining school leaders urgently announced new rules to the entire school through the broadcast:

Kill ten zombies and earn credits.

Kill fifty zombies to offset the graduation thesis.

Kill one hundred zombies and secure postgraduate recommendation!

Kill one thousand zombies, and you will be directly hired as a senior professor in our school, with a reward of five sets of houses!!!

"Brothers! Follow me and break out of the encirclement! Sacrifice for the country!!"

This voice echoed throughout the campus!

"Boom—!"

Hundreds of doors were kicked open!

A group of credit-driven college students revealed a clear and foolish gaze mixed with fierceness!

"Damn it! The university students who refuse to become zombies, charge with me! Where are the zombies?!!!"

I also hurriedly led a group of classmates out.

Not seeing any zombies, I couldn't help but roar.

Everyone behind me huddled together, cautiously observing the surrounding scenery.

"I can't do it. Zombies are too scary~"

"I can't either. I get scared even watching horror movies."

"I have mysophobia. Those zombies are too dirty."

"..."

Everyone was very resistant, with faces full of despair and defeat.

I touched the long sword in my hand, the one I left behind when I dressed up as an ancient swordsman.

Then I lowered my voice and comforted them, "It's okay, isn't there still me? I can lead you back!"

"Roar—!" A hoarse and terrifying voice with a wheezing sound.

It clearly reached the ears of everyone present!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"You're calling yourself a zombie?!"

"Damn it, I finally encountered a zombie!"

"What mysophobia?! The blood of the zombies is the medal on my shoulder!"

"Credits, here I come!"

"Damn it, I'm going to secure postgraduate recommendation, hahaha!"

Wait, wait a minute?

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I felt so relieved that my classmates were so proactive.

But...

"Who the hell took my sword?!"

I looked at my empty hand and the classmates charging ahead, and my eyes became moist.

Damn it! Charge!

Ignoring the sword, I picked up a fire extinguisher nearby and rushed forward, roaring, "For love and peace, be quiet when fighting and killing, don't startle other terrified classmates."

A short-haired girl wearing glasses broke down and shouted, "Xu Jiao, that's enough! Why do you still care about psychological issues at this time? I'm already too old for postgraduate recommendation if I miss this chance, I'm going first!"

Another quiet-looking boy named Chen Wen took the lead and said, "Damn, I'm infertile, I'm going first!"

We all gave him a thumbs-up in unison.

"Chen Wen, you're really daring!"

Chaos! Fighting!

The foul and rotten stench filled the air!

The roaring of zombies and the excited charging of college students intertwined!

"There's a crystal core in the zombie's head!"

A zealous person in the crowd raised a white crystal core in his hand and shouted.

At this moment, the campus broadcast made a crackling sound:

"Students! The world's top scientists and biologists have just discovered a breakthrough in the fight against the zombie outbreak. They have developed a serum that can neutralize the zombie virus and restore the infected individuals back to normal. This serum is highly effective and can be administered through injection. The scientists have set up a temporary research facility in the school gymnasium, where they are producing and distributing the serum to the surviving students.

The announcement continued, "For every five zombies you kill, you will be rewarded with one dose of the serum. Use it wisely to protect yourself and your fellow classmates. The more zombies you eliminate, the greater your chances of survival."

The news spread like wildfire among the students. Suddenly, the focus shifted from accumulating credits to fighting for survival and finding a way to stop the outbreak. The previously hesitant and fearful students now had a glimmer of hope.

As the chaos ensued, groups of students formed alliances and devised strategies to hunt down the zombies. Some armed themselves with improvised weapons like baseball bats, metal pipes, or even kitchen knives. Others used their agility and speed to outmaneuver the undead.

Amidst the frenzy, I managed to find a group of like-minded individuals who were determined to survive. We agreed to work together, pooling our resources and skills to increase our chances of success.

Equipped with a newfound sense of purpose, we ventured into the school corridors, cautiously navigating the dark and eerie hallways. The moans and growls of the approaching zombies echoed in the distance, heightening our senses and pushing us to move faster.

With each encounter, we fought with all our might, aiming for the zombies' heads to ensure a swift and permanent elimination. The adrenaline surged through our veins as we witnessed the crystal cores being extracted from the defeated zombies.

We collected the crystal cores diligently, knowing that they held the key to our survival. The more we gathered, the more doses of the serum we could acquire, increasing our chances of making it out of this nightmare alive.

As we pressed on, the numbers of zombies we encountered grew, testing our resolve and teamwork. We communicated through hand signals and whispers, strategizing our next moves and sharing valuable information.

Hours turned into days as we fought tirelessly, our determination unwavering. The school slowly transformed into a battleground, with scattered remnants of our encounters marking our progress.

Gradually, the tide began to turn. The number of zombies dwindled as we became more proficient in our methods. Our collective efforts and the distribution of the serum started to make a noticeable impact.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached a point where the remaining zombies were within our grasp. The school, once teeming with the undead, was now on the verge of being reclaimed.

We made one final push, eliminating the remaining zombies and securing their crystal cores. The scientists in the gymnasium, overwhelmed by the sheer number of cores we brought, quickly prepared additional doses of the serum.

As we received our well-deserved reward, a sense of relief washed over us. We had fought valiantly, not just for credits, but for our lives. The credit-driven competition had transformed into a fight for survival, pushing us beyond our limits and forging bonds of camaraderie among the students.

With the outbreak contained and the remaining students inoculated, a wave of gratitude and unity swept through the school. We had emerged victorious, not just in accumulating credits, but in overcoming a dire threat together.

The experience taught us the value of teamwork, courage, and adaptability in the face of adversity. It was a lesson that would stay with us long after the outbreak was just a harrowing memory.

So, yes, I have fought desperately for credits, but in the end, it was the fight for survival that truly tested us and brought out the best in us.