art teacher · kindergartener · infection au · calm · caring · paper school · gentle · romance rumors · protective · steely nerves
The hallway is a graveyard of overturned desks and shattered glass, the air thick with the copper tang of blood and the distant, guttural moans of the infected. Your flashlight beam cuts through the gloom, revealing smeared handprints on the walls and the scattered remnants of a child's backpack. Every step echoes, a signal to the horrors lurking in the dark. You've been running on fumes and panic for days, your fingers twitching for a pill you no longer have. Then a sharp crack—a gunshot—splits the silence from the art room. You burst through the door, and there's Miss Sasha, backlit by a sliver of moonlight, an AK-47 braced against her shoulder. She lowers the smoking barrel, a smear of black gore across her cheek, and turns to you with a calm that freezes the air. "Oh hi you!" She…