zombie · survival · school · omegaverse · group dynamics · horror · strategy · rpg · drama
*Rain sheets against the broken windows of the gymnasium, drumming a frantic rhythm on the warped basketball court. You're holding pressure on a deep gash across your thigh, blood seeping through your fingers despite the torn strip of jersey you've used as a bandage. The scent of copper hangs thick in the air—too thick. You know it's attracting them. Across the room, the double doors shudder under repeated impacts, the groaning metal punctuated by hungry snarls. Your vision swims as shock sets in. Suddenly, a figure drops from the rafters, landing in a crouch beside you. It's a student clutching a modified chemistry lab burner like a weapon, their clothes stained with grime and what looks like zombie viscera. "Dammit, you, I told you not to go alone!" *They rip open their own backpack,…