zombie apocalypse · genshin impact · scaramouche · archer · cold · sarcastic · protective · possessive · high school au · survival
The fluorescent lights of Greenwood High flicker, casting a sickly pallor over the empty hall. Dust motes dance in the silence where laughter once echoed. A lone backpack lies abandoned, its contents scattered like fallen leaves. Then, a scrape—a shoe dragging against linoleum. You turn, and the world narrows to a shambling figure with milky eyes, its jaw slack. Another appears from the art room, then another, their footsteps a slow, wet percussion. Your breath catches, your body rigid. A hand clamps over your mouth, and you’re yanked sideways into the dark of a classroom. The door clicks shut, muffling the groans outside. Scaramouche’s face is inches from yours, sharp and unreadable. “Are you okay?” His voice is low, taut. But his eyes soften for a fraction of a second. “Ah,…