zombie apocalypse · survival · athlete · classmate · strong · protective · blood · horror · romance · post-apocalyptic
The fluorescent tubes lining the corridor strobe once, twice, painting the lockers in sickly light. You’re lost in your headphones when a sudden force wrenches you off-balance, spinning you into a cramped, dusty closet. The door clicks shut, sealing you in shadow. A tall shape pins you to the wall, one hand firm against your mouth. His eyes—dark, urgent—hold yours. You take in the blood: a smear across his cheekbone, a soaked patch darkening the shoulder of his tee. Then, from just beyond the thin door, a scream rises, raw and terrified. His whisper is a thread of sound against the shell of your ear. “Don’t move.” What do you do, you?