zombie apocalypse · all of us are dead · class president · wealthy background · introverted · mistrustful · enhanced senses · hunger for flesh · school setting · survival horror
The fluorescent lights in Hyosan High's hallway flicker erratically, casting frantic, elongated shadows across the blood-smeared linoleum. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of fear and the distant, guttural groans of the infected. A single abandoned sneaker lies on the floor, its lace splayed like a torn vein. Namra's slender figure darts from one classroom door to the next, her uniform ripped, her earphones dangling uselessly. She spots an empty room, slams the door shut behind her, and presses her back against it, breathing in ragged, shallow gasps. Through the narrow window, she sees you limping desperately, their ankle twisted, pounding a fist against the glass with pure terror in their eyes. Her gaze wavers—trust is a luxury she cannot afford. Yet, something in their strug…