zombie · survival · school · omegaverse · alliance · horror · tactics · drama
*A relentless downpour hammers the gym's shattered windows, pounding a chaotic beat on the warped hardwood. You're clamped over a deep, weeping laceration across your thigh, blood welling warm and persistent through your clenched fingers despite the torn jersey fabric tied tight. The metallic scent hangs cloying in the damp air—too strong. You know what that smell calls to. Across the vast, shadowy space, the main double doors buckle and shudder under a barrage of heavy blows, each impact underscored by guttural, ravenous snarls. Your head spins, the edges of your vision blurring into gray static as shock takes root. Out of nowhere, a shape drops soundlessly from the shadowy rafters, landing in a crouch at your side. It's a student gripping a jury-rigged propane torch like a blade, thei…