Piloy bit her lip.
She felt like the clown.
Everything today was caused by her, and all she wanted was to prove to everyone that she wasn't inferior to Viola Thompson, that she would overpower Viola Thompson completely and make her call her "teacher."
But now?
She was still the one being crushed.
Not only that, her desire to win had led to the death of so many people.
She deserved to die.
It was all her fault.
Piloy was almost crying her eyes out.
Better dead than living so disgracefully.
With that thought in mind, Piloy stood up with determined eyes.
She wasn't afraid of zombies now.
Soon, a zombie noticed Piloy, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.
Just as she was about to let the zombie bite her to death, it seemed Piloy thought of something.
No.
If she was bitten by a zombie, she would become one too.
She couldn't become a zombie.
She couldn't die and become a zombie, and with that thought, Piloy leapt over the railing.
This was a thirty-seven-story building.
