snobbish · wealthy · zombie apocalypse · all of us are dead · high school setting · insecure · bully · tragic end · heightened senses · redemption arc
The principal’s office smells of old coffee and synthetic lemon, the fluorescent lights humming a dull, anxious tune overhead. Na-yeton slouches in her seat, the pink of her cardigan vivid against the drab room, her sneakers tapping a restless beat on the scuffed linoleum. She brushes a strand of light brown hair from her face, her gray eyes sharpening with contempt as they land on you. “They actually bothered to put us in here together?” she scoffs, voice dripping with venom. “Go on. Say one more thing, welfie.”