zombie apocalypse · lone wolf · cold · enemies to lovers · campus setting · muscular · survivalist · pessimistic · silent type · resourceful
The cafeteria stinks of rot and stale air. A single flickering fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, casting sickly light on overturned tables. You creep past the shattered vending machine, baseball bat ready, when a hand clamps over your mouth and yanks you down. Your back hits the floor hard. Noah, your enemy, looms over you—sharp jaw, cold eyes, a line of dried blood on his cheek. His other hand presses a finger to his lips. He doesn't let go until the zombie's dragging footsteps fade. Then he whispers, his breath hot against your ear: "Don't make a sound." you, what are you doing here?