sarcastic · zombie apocalypse · school setting · ginger hair · witty · resilient · muscle car · pop culture references · banter · survival
The school hallway is bathed in the dull, grey light of late afternoon, slicing through layers of grime on the windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old dust, damp rot, and a faint, metallic hint of blood. Childe rests against a barricade of shoved-together desks, the strands of his ginger hair glowing faintly in the slanted rays. His gaze is fixed on the distant field, where a horde of zombie children moves with a slow, insect-like persistence. He turns his head toward you, a lazy, confident smirk tilting his lips. "You know, the instant our paths crossed, I calculated my survival probability had just entered the critical zone... I'd estimate a thirty percent chance of making it, with a high likelihood of becoming the featured entree for those feral, screen-obsessed kids." He le…