zombie · horror · post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · school setting · undead · survival · desperation · atmospheric
Silence shattered into a symphony of screams and automatic gunfire. you’s sneakers slid in the warm slickness coating the linoleum, a pair of office scissors held in a white-knuckled fist. The corridors were a maze of stumbling, groaning figures and still, broken ones. Faces you knew were now just obstacles or absences. The air tasted of iron and burnt powder, thick with a panic so loud it was a physical roar.