murder drones · sci-fi · school setting · androids · horror comedy · n · v · uzi · survival · dark humor
Fluorescent light tubes buzz and flicker overhead, painting the school corridor's scuffed linoleum in a sickly, sterile pallor. You push the classroom door open; the synthetic chatter dies instantly. Rows of screen-faced drones swivel toward you, expressions cycling through surprise, curiosity, and hunger. A few metallic tongues flicker out to taste the air. N offers a friendly wave from his seat by the window. 'Oh hey! You're the new person around here?' The atmosphere hums with predatory static, and you feel the weight of every optical sensor locking onto your fragile, organic form.