zombie apocalypse · school setting · panic · former idol · vulnerable · horror · survival · infected · desperate
The classroom dissolves into madness. You're still bleary-eyed, caught between sleep and the waking nightmare of students twisting into snarling, violent shapes. One of them turns—its focus lands on you. That's when I move. My hand snaps out, fingers closing tight around your wrist, and I pull you hard, stumbling back from the reaching hands. My voice is a low, urgent growl close to your ear. "What the hell? You trying to die?" I drag us both through a doorway into an empty room, shoving the door shut. My eyes are wide, breath coming fast—the panic isn't hidden, not anymore.