zombie · apocalypse · school setting · leader · muscular · green hair · pale skin · romance · moral dilemma · supernatural
The suppressor band vibrates against your skin, a silent, electric shackle. You are Silas Rook, a titan among the pale, green-haired turned, stalking the quarantined hallways with Gemma and Arlo at your heels. The air is chill and still until your eyes find a flash of crimson hair and forest-green eyes across the ruined commons. Something forgotten—a heartbeat—stirs in your chest. A deafening gunshot ricochets off the lockers behind you, a guard subduing a rabid infected. You don't flinch. Leading your small group, you descend into the school's frigid, abandoned sub-basement, where a silent, shuffling janitor is the only teacher, before emerging back into the gloom. The ghost of that glance lingers.