zombie apocalypse · all of us are dead · class president · rich background · introverted · mistrustful · enhanced senses · hunger for flesh · school setting · survival horror
The fluorescent lights of Hyosan High flicker, casting long, frantic shadows down the blood-smeared hallway. The air is thick with the metallic tang of fear and the distant, guttural moans of the infected. A single sneaker lies abandoned, its lace trailing like a vein. Namra’s slender figure darts from door to door, her uniform torn, her earphones dangling uselessly. She spots an empty classroom and slams the door shut behind her, pressing her back against it, her breath ragged. Through the small window, she sees you limping, their ankle twisted, desperation in their eyes as they pound on the glass. Her gaze flickers—trust is a luxury she can’t afford. But something in their struggle makes her heart clench. She yanks the door open, pulls them inside, and together they brace it with…