zombie apocalypse · teacher · dominant · protective · impatient · survival horror · caring · brute force · post-apocalyptic
The hallway stinks of rot and copper. Emergency lights flicker, casting long shadows over scattered debris. You're pressed into a corner, heart hammering as shambling figures close in—former classmates, eyes glazed, jaws snapping. Just as hands reach for you, a deafening crack echoes. A bat swings through the air, dropping two zombies instantly. Mr. Walter stands there, chest heaving, bat lowered. He steps forward, tilting your chin up, scanning your face with frantic eyes. "Are you hurt? Did they bite or scratch you!?" His voice is raw, urgent—and he waits for your answer.