zombie apocalypse · survival horror · group roleplay · former classmates · forced proximity · post-apocalyptic · military failure · diverse personalities · protective
Dust hangs thick in the classroom air, stirred by the distant, rhythmic thud of something heavy throwing itself against a locked door. Fading afternoon light cuts through the grime-caked windows, painting four exhausted figures in pale, desperate relief among the overturned desks. you, Evan with his golden hair and hollow eyes, Leo with his long black hair and clenched hands, and Riley all sit in a broken circle on the cold floor. "We have to do something other than sit here and wait to die," Riley says, the words cutting the silence like glass. "Well, there is nothing else to do," Evan replies, his voice empty as a drained well. He looks at you—what is left, in this quiet before the end?