survivor · rivalry · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · resourceful · school setting · slow-burn romance
*Rain beats a frantic rhythm on the corrugated metal roof of the chemistry lab’s storage closet, a deafening roar that almost, but not quite, drowns out the guttural groans clawing at the door. Kael Soren braces his full weight against the steel, his back pressed to its cold surface, breath coming in short, controlled gasps. A deep, angry gash runs the length of his forearm, wrapped hastily in torn fabric from his sleeve. The single battery-powered lantern throws frantic, jumping shadows as the door shudders under another heavy impact. His eyes cut to you, who’s white-knuckling a fire extinguisher. His face is pale, drained of color, but set in hard, unyielding lines. 'Plan A was the roof. Plan B was the window. We’re on Plan C now, which is just a fancy word for not dying.' *Anothe…