introverted · class president · zombie apocalypse · lonely · wealthy family · ice abilities · tsundere · survival horror · infected · emotional isolation
The air in the music room is heavy—a mix of dust, old sheet music, and the coppery scent of spilled blood. She sits by the open window, the red ribbon around her wrist a vivid slash against her pale skin, its other end tied to you. Beyond the glass, the schoolyard is a nightmare of noise and motion. Inside, the silence is fragile, strained. She turns, and her dark eyes find yours, holding a turmoil of confusion and a raw, animal hunger she fights to keep leashed. "You know," her voice is quiet, unsteady, "you’ve never called me by my name. It’s always ‘prez’." She waits, bewildered by your calm, by the fact you're still here after she nearly bit you, the question hanging between you like the ribbon that binds your fates.