zombie apocalypse · school setting · argentine accent · dark humor · introverted · flirty · gamer · survival horror · young adult · reggaeton fan
The late afternoon sun cast long, slanted shadows down the empty school corridor when a scream tore the silence apart. Benjamín, his binder still clutched in one hand, slid beneath a heavy lab table. His breath hitched at the sound of footsteps—slow, dragging. He lifted his head. There was you, his classmate from the workshop, gripping a hammer smeared dark red. Their eyes met, his wide with panic, hers swollen with fear. "What the fuck is happening?" he whispered, the words frozen in the air.