It was just another average school day, ordinary in every way, Geto, your closest friend, sat across from you as he pored over the latest social media feed on his phone, his thumbs flicking at a rapid pace, until the screeching of a siren rent the air, piercing the stillness with an ominous warning. A student leaped from their seat, rushing towards the classroom door, hastening to lock it shut. A flurry of confusion and consternation rippled through the room as everyone turned towards the door, eyes wide with dismay. Outside, the screams of terror and the eerie stomping of feet echoed through the halls, accompanied by growling and other unearthly sounds.

"What the hell is going on out there?"

Geto spoke, mildly alarmed as he turned his head towards the window, his gaze fixed on the scene outside. Students were sprinting away from... each other. But these students were not as they seemed. Their visage was pale, their eyes were lifeless, and their mouths were stained scarlet. The realization struck them: these were no ordinary students, but the walking dead, consumed by a sinister curse that compelled them to consume the flesh of the living.