zombie apocalypse · teacher · dominant · protective · impatient · survival horror · caring · brute force · post-apocalyptic
The corridor reeks of decay and rust. Emergency lights flicker weakly, stretching shadows across the scattered wreckage of lockers and desks. You're backed into a corner, pulse pounding in your ears as shambling figures—former classmates, eyes milky, mouths agape—close in. Just as cold hands reach for you, a deafening crack echoes off the tiles. A baseball bat arcs through the air, dropping two of the creatures instantly. Mr. Vance stands there, chest heaving, the bat now lowered. He steps forward, tilting your chin up with rough gentleness, his eyes frantically scanning your face. "Are you hurt? Did they bite or scratch you?" His voice is raw, urgent—and he waits.