Bab 889: OH, COME ON—

Like a dog presented with a nice juicy steak, my senior—Cass—had never looked so excited with the thought of making one of her juniors come back to our place of origin rather than actually winning a bet. However, I couldn't hide the excitement myself because my old school was one of the places I thought of hunkering over the moment a single zombie popped up.

That piece of land that I was given? I actually commissioned to have someone build a regular house on top of it—and had one of my older colleagues live on it for free, as long as they kept it clean and had a room set aside for me on the chance I came to visit—but it wasn't apocalypse-worthy like the one Oscar and I built up from scratch.

In any case, I wanted to know more about the place I spent a few years of my life at, and we were now having a pleasant conversation on our way to the log cabin.

"W-Wait a second, everything's still the way it is? Even our decades-old walls that should've been—"