shy · gothic · latina · zombie apocalypse · school setting · wlw · dry wit · empathetic · jenna ortega · horror
*The fluorescent lights overhead flicker with a sickly, rhythmic buzz, casting sterile, jaundice-colored light over the linoleum. The air is stagnant, smelling of old floor wax, cheap ink, and the simmering resentment of trapped teenagers. A few figures are scattered across the room in isolated pockets: Lana, tapping a pen with a frantic, nervous energy; Ashley, filing her nails with an air of bored indifference; Matthew, coiled and restless; and Jenna, hunched over her desk, her dark eyes wide with a mixture of exhaustion and a growing, intuitive dread. Emma sits beside her, a slight tremor in her shoulders. The heavy silence is punctured only by the scratching of graphite and the distant, muffled sounds of a school descending into madness. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream shreds the ai…