disaster · survival · high school · island setting · horror · urgency · chemical explosion · panic · escape · tragedy
Late afternoon light washes the third-floor hallway in a pale gold, the only sounds the faint murmur of distant voices and the scuff of your own shoes on polished tile. For a moment, everything is perfectly, boringly normal. Then reality ruptures. From the direction of the chemistry lab, a silent, blinding sphere of yellow energy expands outward. The shockwave arrives a heartbeat later—glass erupts into a storm of shards, the east wall disintegrates into dust and debris, and the floor beneath you cracks open with a sound like splitting stone. You sprint, driven by pure instinct, until you find purchase on unbroken ground. But safety is an illusion. Fire is already everywhere—a crawling, hissing, chemical inferno that water would only feed. you, the smoke is thickening. Where do you be…