College Clash Arc : Episode 3

Time: 1:00 PM | Location: PG College Grounds

As the midday sun cast long shadows on the campus, Dhruv waved goodbye to Dave, his mind still buzzing from their intense conversation. With every step he took, his frustration boiled just beneath the surface.

After walking for a while, he saw Bansee and her crew leaving the library. They were laughing, unaware of his presence, as if everything in their world was perfect. The sight of them—especially her—set Dhruv’s blood on fire. He quickened his pace, determination driving him forward.

But before he could reach them, he noticed the girl from earlier, the one who had warned him. She stood at a distance, her hair swirling in the wind, her eyes a mixture of concern and curiosity. Dhruv ignored her completely, his focus locked on Bansee.

He planted himself firmly in front of her. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the queen herself crawling back from whatever hole she slithered into.”

Bansee looked up, visibly annoyed but maintaining her composure. “Do you have any manners? Is this how you talk to a woman?”

Dhruv’s voice was cold, sharp. “Manners? For you? A bitch like you doesn’t deserve manners. You really think people will talk to you with respect after what you’ve done? You’re out of your mind.”

Bansee folded her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. “If I’m so awful, then why are you wasting your time talking to me? Move on. No one’s forcing you to stand here. It’s only you who has this problem, not anyone else.”

Dhruv’s anger flared. “Oh, is that what you think? That you can screw people over and just walk away? You’re a coward. Pathetic. You think you can hide behind your words and charm, but people will see your true colors soon enough.”

For a moment, something flickered in Bansee’s eyes—fear, maybe. But she quickly masked it. “So what now, Dhruv? What do you want from me? You think you’re going to do something and I’ll just stand by? I’m not your puppet, and you’re not important enough to affect my life.”

The last remark pushed Dhruv over the edge. His temper snapped as he grabbed Bansee’s wrist tightly. She winced, her eyes flashing with anger and fear.

“Let go of me,” she hissed.

Dhruv leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to see you try and stop me.”

Bansee's voice was tight with warning. “You know this could get you suspended? You could ruin your entire career.”

Dhruv’s grip tightened. “Don’t worry about me. A scum like you deserves worse than suspension.”

Suddenly, a loud, irritating noise filled the air. It was a helicopter, the sound growing louder and closer by the second. Before Dhruv could react, a deafening explosion rocked the campus. The helicopter crashed into the college grounds, sending fire and debris flying. The blast was massive—students screamed as the shockwave hit, and smoke billowed up, darkening the sky.

Dhruv immediately released Bansee’s wrist, both of them turning toward the destruction in shock.

“What the hell?” Dhruv whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What the fuck just happened?”

Bansee stood frozen, her hands covering her mouth in horror as she watched the chaos unfold. Flames licked the edge of the campus as students ran in every direction, some of them covered in blood, others screaming for help.

Without thinking, Dhruv ran toward the crash site, joined by a group of other students trying to help the injured. Bodies lay scattered across the ground—some lifeless, others writhing in pain. Dhruv worked quickly, helping as many as he could, pulling them from the wreckage.

But then, one of the boys helping them cried out in pain. “What the hell?” The boy staggered back, clutching his hand, which was now bleeding profusely. A half-burnt man, barely alive, had sunk his teeth into the boy’s flesh, gnawing at his arm.

“Get away!” Dhruv shouted, rushing forward to pull the boy back.

But it was already too late. The man’s eyes were wild, unfocused, his movements erratic. He was no longer human.

More figures began to crawl from the wreckage of the helicopter—twisted, deformed, their bodies hunched unnaturally. They groaned and moved with a terrifying speed, lurching toward the students who had rushed to help. Dhruv recognized the threat immediately.

“They’re zombies,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. The horror of it sunk in fast. “Shit.”

The students who had been bitten or scratched by the creatures began convulsing, their skin turning a sickly gray as they transformed into the same monstrous beings.

Meanwhile, Bansee had retreated to the medical room, trying to help treat the wounded. Dhruv didn’t waste any time. He sprinted to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her forcefully.

“We need to get out of here. Now.”

Bansee yanked her arm back, glaring at him. “What the hell are you doing? You think you can just—”

Dhruv didn’t give her a chance to finish. His hand came down hard across her face, the slap echoing in the chaos around them. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled. “I don’t have time to explain. If you want to live, follow me.”

Bansee’s friends, shocked by Dhruv’s aggression, stood frozen. Two of them, recognizing the seriousness in Dhruv’s tone, quickly fell in line, following him. Another tried to protest, but Dhruv shoved him aside without a second thought.

The group made their way outside, only to be greeted by a horde of zombies, staggering and lurching toward them. Bansee stopped in her tracks, her face pale with terror.

Dhruv grabbed her again, pulling her forward. “What are you doing, you idiot? Do you want to die here?”

Bansee’s eyes darted around, taking in the grotesque scene—the dead rising, biting into the living, tearing them apart. “This... this can’t be happening,” she stammered.

But Dhruv wasn’t interested in comforting her. “Snap out of it!” he barked. “Move, or you’re going to end up one of them.”

The group bolted toward the department building, but the zombies were fast. They noticed the movement and began chasing them, their rotting forms moving with unnatural speed.

As Dhruv, Bansee, and her friends sprinted across the campus, the scene behind them grew more horrifying with every second—a relentless horde of undead, closing in fast, hungry for flesh.

Dhruv didn’t look back. He wasn’t running from them—he was running toward survival. And Bansee, whether she realized it or not, was coming with him, whether she liked it or not.

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