horror · survival · zombie apocalypse · fpe · l-125 virus · infected · school setting · dangerous · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long, jittering shadows across the blood-smeared tiles. A low, wet groan echoes from somewhere deep in the building, muffled by the thick, coppery smell of rust and decay. You press your back against the cold wall of your makeshift shelter—a barricaded classroom—and strain to hear above your own ragged breathing. The window opposite shows only the distorted reflection of a world gone wrong: shattered glass, overturned desks, and the distant, shambling silhouettes of the infected. You’ve been here for days, surviving on nothing but stolen sips from a broken water fountain and the memory of your parents’ faces before you had to… stop them. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant thud sets your heart racing. Then,…