Chapter 210 The Survivor
A few days ago, at the former site of Innovation Academy, the entire campus was covered in white snow, with only a few clock towers and the tops of tall buildings emerging from the snow's surface. This top-tier private school, spanning 3.1 square miles, had completely disappeared from the horizon.
It was hard to believe that anyone could still be alive in this bustling campus buried under the snow.
This was thanks to the sturdy construction of the Innovation Academy buildings and the massive amount of money invested during its construction.
After all, the children attending this school were all offspring of high-ranking officials and wealthy magnates.
The quality of the school they built for their children was a hundred times better than that of public schools.
At this moment, a group of students was taking refuge in one of the school's gymnasiums.
Under the snow, the air was thin, and coupled with the terrifying events of recent days, everyone was physically and mentally exhausted.
People huddled together in small groups, their faces showing signs of fatigue, fear, and anxiety.
Lily Evans, the teacher who had just been taking care of them had gone to the warehouse to find food, leaving them to rest here.
In one corner of the gymnasium, a long-haired girl sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the basketball court floor.
Her skin was a sickly white, even paler than the snow outside.
It seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her over. Her slender frame looked fragile and delicate.
But beneath that golden hair was an absolutely beautiful face.
Delicate and small, not even the size of a palm, she bore a six-point resemblance to Nora, yet her style was completely different from Nora's.
Nora's face always carried a sense of stubbornness and resilience.
But the frailty and pitiful look on the girl face could absolutely trigger every man's protective instincts!
In a word, she was the epitome of a delicate girl, as beautiful as a flower that could wither at any moment.
She was Nora's cousin, Cindy.
But at this moment, this genius hacker girl seemed somewhat lonely.
Only a long-time friend was by Cindy's side.
The other classmates kept their distance, unwilling to have anything to do with her.
They even looked at Cindy with eyes full of disgust.
It wasn't because Cindy had done anything wrong.
It was simply because she was disabled and still alive.
Now, with everyone fearing for their lives, no one knew when the hidden terror might appear.
Having a cripple around them was equivalent to having an extra burden.
Their teacher, however, was someone who highly valued professional ethics and insisted on taking her along every time they encountered danger.
At first, everyone had no complaints about Cindy and even showed her care and concern.
But as more and more people died, reducing their numbers from over a hundred to just over forty, their mindset began to twist.
Cindy, who could only sit in a wheelchair, was seen as a burden even though she did nothing.
Some even blamed Cindy for the deaths of their friends.
"Why are others dead, but a cripple like you is still alive?"
"Could it be that your presence is what got everyone killed?"
In the face of death, humans either exhibited rare kindness or unleashed the evil hidden deep within.
The latter was easier because learning to hate was simpler than learning to forgive.
And evil twisted their hearts.
Under the oppression of death, people always needed a way to release their negative emotions.
If they could gain pleasure from bullying the weak, they were happy to indulge in this sin during moments of life and death uncertainty.
While the strong drewaw their swords against the stronger, the weak drew their swords against the weaker.
Breathing the thin air, the students in the gymnasium had no extra energy to move.
They leaned against the walls or sat on gym mats, starting to talk.
A girl slowly spoke, "Do you think we can survive?"
The faces of the surrounding girls showed fear and helplessness at her words.
Another girl hugged her knees tightly, trembling as she said, "We will definitely survive! We have to."
"But so many people have already died!"
"Sienna Gray, Natalie..."
As each name was mentioned, everyone felt a chilling coldness in their hearts.
Those were their former classmates, people they had watched die right in front of them.
At this moment, a girl with wavy hair glanced at Cindy in the wheelchair. For no reason, a strong sense of disgust rose in her heart.
She asked, "So many people have died. Why is this cripple still alive?"
Once this topic started, it was hard to end.
Everyone seemed to find a vent, glaring at Cindy with angry eyes.
"Every time we run, we have to take her along. It's so annoying! Mrs. Evans is too soft-hearted. Why not just let Cindy feed the monsters?"
"Yeah, what's the point of her being alive? In her condition, she might just die from illness one day."
"I think she's just a burden. Instead of dying herself, she's dragging us down!"
The girls' expressions gradually twisted, showing a perverse pleasure.
Criticizing Cindy gave them a sense of joy in this despair.
As long as they put all the blame on Cindy, it was fine!
As if Cindy's death would mean they could all survive.
Or maybe they were just releasing their malice and fear.
Once someone started this topic, others around them were also influenced.
"I think she's a burden too! If she dies, wouldn't it be easier for us?"
"If she dies, the monsters won't spare us either! But next time, let's leave her behind to lure the monsters, okay?"
"At least her sacrifice would be meaningful!"
"She's already like this, why is she still struggling? Even if she survives, she'll be a cripple!"
The girls' discussions became more and more unscrupulous.
Their voices grew louder, and their expressions became twisted and frenzied.
On the boys' side, some were also discussing the necessity of protecting Cindy.
"We've protected her long enough. We've done our best, right?"
A boy with a crew cut frowned. "How about we don't take her next time?"
At this moment, a boy leaning against the wall with a stylish haircut said helplessly, "What good does it do for us to say anything? Mrs. Evans never wants to leave anyone behind. And what happens? More and more people die."
He was the class president, named Warren Baker.
At this moment, one of the girls who had started the discussion about Cindy, a girl with a ponytail, suddenly stood up.
With a strange smile on her face, she walked step by step to Cindy.
Cindy looked up, afraid to meet her eyes. "Heidi..."
Heidi Parker walked up to Cindy, looking down at her condescendingly.
Her gaze slowly turned venomous, and then she bent down and said to Cindy, "Cindy, could you please just die? You're a complete burden. It's so disgusting!"
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