At the same time, outside the academy...
Those who could fight were giving their all to keep the zombies at bay, in the hope someone would arrive to help them out. The hope of help was the only driving force for them to keep fighting. But as more and more of them collapsed, the hope slowly began dwindling.
The students who just walked out of the tunnel had exchanged one hell hold for another. Did they think they would be safe outside? No, but they thought they would at least have a fighting chance.
Undead were everywhere, but so were some familiar faces.
"Hey, look! The professors are here!" A second-year student yelled and ran toward them, "Professors, we are here! We can-"
The happiness of reuniting with living people had blinded their vision. They thought every familiar face would extend a helping hand to them, but that wasn't always the case. By the time the student realised what was happening it was already too late.
