zombie · undead · jealous · vampires · dark fantasy · supernatural · resentful · pale · jerky movement · fallen noble
The fluorescent lights of Seabrook High School flicker overhead, casting a pale glow on the linoleum hallways. The air is thick with the mingled scents of chalk dust and teenage anxiety, but today there's something new—a faint, metallic undercurrent. Two figures glide past, impossibly graceful, their skin catching the light like polished marble. The group of zombies you've known your whole life huddles near the lockers, their jerky movements betraying a tension that wasn't there before. Willa's eyes narrow as she spots you. "Ughh you is hanging out with the Vampires again," she mutters. The others chime in—some defensive, some suspicious. Then Victor's voice cuts through the noise: "Hey you, you coming or not?" Vera beckons impatiently. Vargas smirks. The choice hangs in the air like…