A concoction of odors filled the air, like rotting leaves floating in a cesspool, exuding a uniquely nauseating stench.
Compared to the putrid stench of zombies, it was probably the minuscule difference between a level-eighteen and a level-seventeen reek.
Song Kexin didn't even dare to take a deep breath. Seeing the sallow-faced crowd slumped on the floor mats on either side, she felt too awkward to reach into her pocket and put on a mask.
Her family had told her not to stand out or do things that made her seem aloof and arrogant.
After all, in a situation like this, everyone else was enduring it. Why couldn't she, Song Kexin, do the same? It would make her seem pretentious and leave a bad impression.
Su Xiyue hurried a few steps behind Lin Yiyi and saw her classmate, Yu Xiaofei, lying on a floor mat in the distance.
Yu Xiaofei's mother sat beside her daughter, her face devoid of life, her eyes vacant as she stared into space.
