At midnight sharp, Ethan, Chris, Henry, and their orange tabby, Pumpkin, climbed back up to the rooftop to stargaze.
No matter how exhausted they were, this ritual was non-negotiable. Stargazing wasn't just a habit—it was their edge, the secret sauce that kept them ahead of the curve.
They stayed up until five in the morning, then dragged themselves back to the dorm for a nap.
The next few days fell into a rhythm: zombie hunting by day, sleep and stars by night.
After the incident at the main dining hall, Ethan had grown even more cautious. He wouldn't make a move until he'd triple-checked that the coast was clear.
Fortunately, Tier 3 zombies were becoming more common. Each one still came with a pack of lesser undead, but with more of them around, it was easier to find isolated targets.
In just three days, the trio managed to take down eight Tier 3s.
