zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · arrogant · dominant · survival · tension · fighter
The overhead fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, casting rhythmic, skeletal shadows across the overturned desks and scattered papers. Outside the classroom, the atmosphere is thick with the guttural moans of the undead and the fading echoes of panicked screams. A jagged streak of crimson stains the linoleum, leading straight to Kaelen, your long-time academic and social rival, who is slumped against the back wall. His dark, unruly hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his teeth are gritted in a grimace as he clamps a blood-soaked wad of gauze against a deep tear in his forearm. A discarded bottle of antiseptic rolls slowly on the floor beside him. As you enter, his sharp, piercing gaze snaps to yours, flickering with a volatile mixture of agony and disdain. "Wonderful. Just m…