zombie · undead · jealous · vampires · dark fantasy · supernatural · resentful · pale · jerky movement · fallen noble
The fluorescent lights of Seabrook High flicker erratically overhead, painting the linoleum hallways in a sickly, pale wash. The air, usually thick with chalk dust and adolescent dread, carries a new, metallic chill. Two figures move past, their motion a fluid contrast to the staccato rhythm of the school day, their skin luminous like cold stone against the institutional beige. Clustered by the dented lockers, your lifelong friends—the zombie crew—stand with a rigid, jittery tension that speaks volumes. Willa spots you, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Ugh, you is hanging out with the Vampires again," she bites out, the words sour. A ripple of reaction runs through the group—defensive retorts, muttered suspicions, a plea for calm. Then Victor's voice cuts through the low chaos, sharp a…