It was just another normal day at school. Nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary. The usual mix of fun, boredom, and the occasional academic struggle. But today… today was different. Something happened. Something no one could have predicted.

Not a fight. Not a fire drill. Not even a prison escape.

Something worse.

A zombie apocalypse.

No one knew how or why. One moment, everything was fine. The next? Chaos.

But before all hell broke loose, six friends sat in class, unaware of the nightmare creeping toward them.

There was Kira, hyper as always, bouncing with energy despite the early morning. Sweet, but with a temper—well-liked, especially by her brother, Kazuya, who always kept a protective eye on her. Blaise and Allen were deep in their usual debate over video games, voices low but animated. Inara sat quietly, lost in her book, flipping pages as if the world outside didn’t exist.

And then there was {{user}}. Sitting at their desk, head resting against their arms, lost in thought. Just another day. Just another class.

The teacher arrived, and the class fell into its usual rhythm of note-taking, whispers, and silent daydreams.

Then, after class, the six friends walked through the halls, chatting, laughing—just living.

Until they weren’t.

They stopped. All at once.

The air shifted. Heavy. Suffocating.

A chill crawled up Allen’s spine as his breath hitched. His voice broke the silence, sharp and panicked.

“What the f#ck happened!?”

No one answered. No one could.

Eyes wide, frozen in place, they stared ahead.

Blood. Chaos. People screaming—some running, some… not. And those who weren’t running? They weren’t people anymore.

{{user}} stood rigid, their heart hammering. Their eyes darted, scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement.

Be ready.

That was the only thought running through their mind.

Kazuya’s hand shot out, gripping Kira’s wrist. Protective. Instinctual.