Back at the dorm, Ethan and the others dug into a few packs of bread and bottled water they'd pulled from their backpacks.
They hadn't brought their bags when they went out at noon, so by now, hunger was gnawing at them.
"Ethan," Chris said between bites, "we're running low on food. We've got enough to last, what, maybe until tomorrow? We'll need to go out and scavenge soon."
"Yeah," Ethan nodded. "Time to figure out where we can get more."
"Judging by what happened with Sean's group, the main dining hall's probably a no-go."
"Don't need a genius to guess that," Chris said. "That many people heading there? Guaranteed to draw a horde. I'd bet the place is swarming with zombies by now—getting in or out would be suicide."
"Guess it's a blessing we didn't go there after all."
"No kidding. Even if you made it in, getting stuck inside's one thing—but with that many mouths to feed? How long could their supplies even last?" Ethan shook his head.
