Chapter 1590: Sorry, My Hand Slipped! (4/5, Request Subscription)

At this moment, the school infirmary was utterly silent.

Poison Island Saeji changed expression, stepped forward, and gave a light push that opened the infirmary door.

She entered cautiously, then saw a scene that made her want to laugh and cry at once.

There, Shizuka Marikawa was sprawled face-down on the desk, sleeping soundly.

Outside, zombies had mutated and the apocalypse had come—yet she hadn't heard a thing?

Poison Island Saeji was utterly speechless.

Could there really be someone so carefree?

As she thought this, her gaze involuntarily drifted downward slightly.

Indeed, her heart seemed very large.

"Teacher Kurahara!"

She stepped forward and gently shook her; Kurahara Shizuka blinked open her eyes drowsily, looking puzzled: "Huh? Saeji-chan? Is it lunchtime?"

"No," Poison Island Saeji shook her head. "Don't you know the world has ended?"

"The world ended?" Kurahara Shizuka froze. "Are you joking, Saeji-chan? I'm not stupid!"

Poison Island Saeji shook her head.

Curious, Kurahara Shizuka stepped out of the infirmary and looked outside.

The playground was littered with corpses, black and red stains splattered everywhere.

If it were only this scene, Kurahara Shizuka might have dismissed it as a prank.

After all, Japanese variety shows loved pulling stunts.

As long as the money was right, the school would gladly cooperate.

But those bodies with severed heads? No amount of acting could explain that!

As the school nurse, she only knew basic first aid.

But she could still tell the difference between a model head and a real one.

"So… the world really ended?"

Just by sleeping a little, the world ended?

Is this really necessary?

She had heard noise earlier but hadn't paid attention.

After all, how could a school ever be quiet?

She hadn't realized that noise had been the clamor of the apocalypse.

"Are you also students of this school?" Kurahara Shizuka turned her gaze to Touma Kazusa and Kogami Yuki.

"We just aren't wearing uniforms," Touma Kazusa lied calmly.

Now that the world had ended, who would bother verifying her words?

So her lie could never be exposed.

Even Kogami Yuki nodded in agreement.

"Saeji-chan, what should we do?!"

"The world ended! All the delicious food and nice clothes are gone now?"

Poison Island Saeji was speechless—how could she care about this now, during the apocalypse?

With society collapsing, shouldn't the real concerns be food and safety?

Chat group.

Poison Island Saeji: "Even Teacher Shizuka looks just like me!"

Su Xiao: "Teacher Shizuka really does have a huge heart."

Koma: "No wonder Teacher Shizuka is so carefree. 【Sneaky laugh】"

Touma Kazusa: "Your priorities are way too weird. You're girls, you know."

Koma: "Can't girls be greedy? That's prejudice!"

Su Xiao: "Exactly!"

After some discussion, the four searched the school again and quickly found Komuro Takashi, Takagi Saya, and others.

With the main team gathered, Touma Kazusa had no intention of staying at the school any longer.

The school had too few supplies—it wasn't a place to stay long.

The main reason was—the zombies here weren't numerous enough to farm enough points.

Though she didn't know what the Nightmare Space points were for.

But Touma Kazusa had gotten addicted to farming them.

Following the original plot, the group boarded the school bus, preparing to leave.

At that moment, a group burst out of the church building.

"Wait!"

The leader was a middle-aged teacher, shouting loudly, seemingly unafraid of attracting zombies.

Miyamoto Reika's eyes sharpened; her grip tightened unconsciously on the spear, her gaze turning piercing.

Kurahara Shizuka gasped: "It's Professor Shido!"

The next instant, the bus that had been about to drive off came to a stop.

Professor Shido's group beamed with delight and rushed toward the bus.

Bang!

At that exact moment, the crowbar on Touma Kazusa's shoulder sprang up and smashed into Professor Shido's forehead, blasting his skull cap clean off, spattering red and white across the ground.

Such a scene instantly terrified everyone on and off the bus; all of them stood rooted to the spot like statues, not daring to make any rash moves.

"Sorry, my hand slipped!" Touma Kazusa's expression was calm as she lightly drew the crowbar back, as though she had merely swatted a bug to death.

Marikawa Shizuka felt nothing but a blackness before her eyes.

What do you mean, your hand slipped!

If this had been right after she'd woken up, she might actually have believed it.