Nora Scott reacted halfway through kicking - they were filming a show.
It’s all fake.
But she could only slightly lessen the force of her kick and couldn’t stop midway.
The kick still landed on the person’s knee.
"Ah—"
The person cried out, stumbled back two steps, and fell hard on the ground.
He was stunned by the kick, sitting dazedly and looking up with disbelief, eyes filled with tears.
???
What the heck is going on?!
Nora was awkward for a second, walked forward two steps, and reached out her hand, "Sorry, you scared ."
"......"
The zombie was shocked.
You frightened her, she scread sure, but kicking you out of instinct... what kind of reaction is that?!
The zombie was on the verge of tears.
However, after a few seconds of staring, seeing Nora’s features faintly, he suddenly felt embarrassed and started blushing.
"N-no problem."
Lost in thought, the zombie directly responded to Nora.
The hand close to him was slim and beautiful, like spring onions, resembling an exquisite artwork.
The zombie glanced at it for a few monts but didn’t dare to extend his hand; instead, he bowed his head, stood up by himself, and limped away.
A few others arrived just then, seeing this, and felt a speechless awkwardness.
Rosa Sullivan glanced at Nora, who was already looking for an umbrella, then at the zombie bending over and holding his leg, and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"Are you okay? Nora’s kick seed really hard," Diana Johnson also ca over, slightly worried, "Do you wanna check with the crew first about any injury?"
The zombie quietly looked at both of them.
His knee was definitely hurting from the kick; he figured no bones were injured but needed a few days’ rest.
But vaguely... he didn’t want to accept their kindness.
His glance briefly slipped over to Nora.
"No problem."
That’s how he answered.
If he approached the crew now, it would indirectly prove that the girl kicked too hard, and whether or not the show broadcasted it, she might get so heat.
Clearly, she did lessen the force midway and ca over at once to pull him up...
No need to put her in trouble.
Seeing the zombie’s response, Rosa frowned and said nothing more.
At this ti, Clent Winter and Nora Scott pulled out three raincoats and three umbrellas.
- Probably the crew put them out for us, the raincoats and umbrellas look new.
After discussing for a while, they decided the n should hold umbrellas and the won wear raincoats.
The upside of this arrangent is, if attacked within a hundred ters, the n can drop the umbrellas to run directly, while the won wearing raincoats can still shield themselves from the rain.
...
Five minutes later, on the playground.
The show crew with caras and the director followed the six people, but hid in the darkness without using lighting.
The only source of light for the six was Nora Scott’s flashlight with fresh batteries.
As Rosa Sullivan, being a "chanical Techniques plugin," was down to her last life which she treasured imnsely, the guests encircled Rosa to protect her in the middle, naturally placing the flashlight into Rosa’s hand.
Nora Scott and Clent Winter stayed on the periphery.
"It’s so eerie, I always feel like a zombie will jump out from the darkness."
Clent held the umbrella, covering most of Nora’s head, single-handedly hugged her arms, feeling goosebumps rising.
"Possibly."
Nora lazily responded, anwhile, reached for sothing in her pocket, and asked, "Hungry?"
"A bit."
Clent touched his stomach, nodding.
"Here."
Nora handed over a piece of chocolate.
In the faint light, Clent saw it, hesitated and lowered his voice, asking, "Where did you find it?"
"...Behind you," Nora spoke leisurely, glancing back as she added, "In his pocket."
Clent: ???
The caraman behind Clent: ???
He touched his pocket in shock.
Indeed, the chocolate ant for filling his stomach was gone.
The accompanying director couldn’t help but shake his head with a chuckle.
—God, as long as it’s not revealing rooms, Nora’s every move is too unbelievably amusing.
She’s simply born for variety shows.
"Can I eat it?" Clent held the chocolate, curiously turned back to ask.
"Go ahead."
The crew mber said.
- Just a few chocolates, really nothing much. But he’s quite interested in knowing how Nora snagged the chocolate...
Nora snagged three chocolate bars, shared one with Clent Winter, and handed the other two to the rest.
As she unwrapped the chocolate, she broke it into two halves, taking one herself and feeding the other to Clent. When Clent joyfully ate it, she casually crumpled up the chocolate wrapper and tucked it into Clent’s pants pocket.
Clent Winter: "..."
Being the idol’s trash can, surprisingly quite happy.
"Are you stupid?"
Nora Scott suddenly raised an eyebrow, grasping the handle of the umbrella and straightening the canopy that was leaning towards herself.
She was wearing a raincoat and hadn’t been paying much attention. Only at a glance did she notice that Clent Winter had sheltered two-thirds of the umbrella over his own head.
His shoulders were more than half drenched.
"..."
Clent Winter was embarrassed when pointed out, feeling a bit awkward.
"Hold it properly."
"Oh."
Nora Scott added, "I have a stronger constitution than you."
"..."
Clent Winter lowered his head in sha.
At this mont, Nora suddenly squinted her eyes, her gaze falling ahead, and said, seemingly unsurprised, "Here they co."
Here they co.
Here they co?
Clent Winter was stunned and didn’t quite understand.
Just at this mont——
A streak of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating everything for a mont. The scene before the dormitory building made one’s spine chill.
Even the staff, who were ntally prepared, couldn’t help but shiver.
"Ahhhh——"
"Ahhhh——"
Screams rang out from the four guests next door.
Just in that brief second, what ca into view was a dense crowd of figures—more accurately, "zombies."
Wearing identical uniforms, covered in blood, with gray-white faces, special effects wounds and marks, as if having been bitten. They moved slowly, with bated breath, approaching from both sides.
Horrifying, bloody faces provided a direct visual shock.
After the lightning passed, darkness enveloped the sky and earth once again.
"Rumble——"
Accompanied by the screams, thunder arrived tily.
The eerie and fearful atmosphere in the thunderstorm was all-pervasive, seeping into their bodies.
A chill erged from the soles of their feet, quickly spreading through their limbs.
"Run!"
"Run forward! Don’t worry about anything! Rush with your eyes closed!"
The two teachers shouted loudly.
The two of them pulled Diana Johnson and Rosa Sullivan forward, leaving the umbrella behind, and sprinted ahead.
The flashlight was in Rosa Sullivan’s hand, and the beam moved like a lightning bolt, imdiately being ten or more ters away and rapidly distancing.
Nora Scott and Clent Winter took a step slower, and suddenly their vision fell into darkness.
Clent Winter tossed the umbrella aside, closed his eyes, and frowned, "It’s too dark, my eyes haven’t adjusted, can’t see anything."
"It’s okay."
Nora Scott didn’t run, speaking with a carefree tone.
Clent Winter asked, "Aren’t we going to follow them?"
"We’ll loop around," Nora stepped back and picked up the umbrella again, grasping the handle and covering Clent Winter’s head, "The zombies are all crowding in the middle, only about twenty or thirty, both sides are empty."
Production team: ???
In that brief flash of lightning, the rest were scared half to death, yet you still found ti to observe the surroundings?
However, rembering Nora clearing out the zombies on the fifth floor directly and leaving them with a psychological shadow, the team felt relieved.
——This is the normal bug operation.
Just like that, while the other guests were chased and scread miserably, so even "died" when caught, Nora Scott and Clent Winter leisurely bypassed the zombies, as if strolling, and found a window on the first floor. They smashed the glass, unlocked it, and jumped right into the dormitory.
Unscathed.
...
A quarter of an hour later.
The four guests ran to the dormitory building in disarray and used chanical techniques to lock the entrance, temporarily avoiding the zombie’s siege.
With the crisis resolved, they finally caught their breath.
"Where are those two?"
As Anastasia looked around, she finally rembered Nora Scott and Clent Winter.
His reminder prompted the other three to think of them.
Rosa Sullivan scanned with the flashlight, confirming their companions around and said, "They’re not here."
Anastasia: "Could they have not kept up?"
Diana Johnson: "We haven’t seen them since the zombies appeared."
"It shouldn’t be like that; they have the most lives left. Even if caught by zombies a few tis, they should have made it in by now," another teacher analyzed.
"If they’re still outside..." Diana Johnson was a bit worried, "Should we open the door?"
Thinking about the horde of zombies outside, Diana Johnson shivered involuntarily.
Rosa Sullivan furrowed her brows tightly.
Apart from joking and playing tricks, those two were of no use.
They were just dragging everyone down.
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