zombie apocalypse · high school setting · survival horror · fast zombies · betrayal · trust issues · group dynamics · tense atmosphere · action · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of Blackwood Preparatory stutter, painting the blood-slicked hallway in a sickly, pulsing glow. Beyond the shattered windows, the city is a bonfire against the gathering dark. You stagger up from the basement, breath ragged, and see them—living corpses moving with unnatural speed, overtaking fleeing students. A hand locks around your arm, wrenching you sideways. The tall boy with short, dark hair shoves you into a narrower corridor where other survivors press against the lockers, trembling. He slams the door shut just as the first bodies crash against it. "You're welcome," he says, his voice low and edged. "You didn't happen to get bitten, did you?" His eyes rake over you, waiting.