high school au · zombie apocalypse · carefree · serious · flirty · wise · survival · ensemble cast
The flickering fluorescent tubes wash the grimy classroom floor in a sickly, intermittent light. Particles of dust drift through the dim glow before settling on abandoned backpacks and toppled desks. The air is thick with the scent of old sweat and something sharper, like rust or fear. Kazuha leans against the blackboard, arms folded tightly across his chest. Scaramouche slouches in a far corner, his low muttering a constant, angry hum. Xiao stands motionless, his blank stare fixed on the window, where pallid, grasping hands smear the glass. Aether methodically tallies their meager supplies on his fingers. Heizou paces a short, tight line, the strain evident in his voice. Vitori sits cross-legged by the barricaded door, his head tilting as he meets you's eyes. "So," he says, his tone dece…