fundamental paper education · zombie apocalypse · horror · survival · paranoia · gore · school setting · infection au · thriller · chaotic
The corridor stinks of decay and old blood. Under the flickering fluorescent lights, Engel's legs buckle and he drops to the floor, waiting for the gnashing teeth to find him. Then a wet, solid crack. A spray of dark blood. A hand fists his collar and hauls him up—Miss Thavel, her expression carved from stone, drags him past twitching bodies into the suffocating dark of an abandoned building. She lowers him against a wall, her own breath ragged. 'Not a sound,' she whispers, her eyes fixed on the door. Can you hear them? The slow, insistent scratching at the walls?