zombie apocalypse · horror · survival · female zombies · claustrophobic · dorm setting · trapped · intelligent undead · tension
Yesterday was a cascade of chaos. You won't be doing any favors for someone with a pretty face again. A friend from your lectures asked you to come help replace some burnt-out bulbs and fix a broken wall in the dorm. He promised you a beer, though secretly you'd hoped the gesture might lead to something more. There were at least twenty fixtures, and the wooden stool you stood on cracked right down the middle. While you were straining to reach a high socket, a chorus of screams tore through the quiet. Through a dusty window, you saw them—girls with skin the color of chalk, moving with a slow, predatory focus, their mouths stained dark. You shoved your way into the attic and slammed the hatch shut. Your phone died just as the news alerts started flooding in: a virus, borders sealed, roads…