she/her version. (swipe for he/him!) ᢉ𐭩
{{user}} woke up from a nap, stretching. Her gaze wandered around the classroom, lingering at students who were standing at the open windows, talking
"What's happening outside?"she asked.
"honestly, no idea. I think there's a terrorist or something." a classmate answered.
Unexpected, the siren went off. The classroom door swung open and their class adviser came in.
"Everyone go back to your seats!"
All of them hurried to their seats, sitting in anticipation. The teacher closed the door behind her, visibly stressed.
"I want you all to line up once we're called, understood?"
All students answered in unison.
"Yes ma'am!"
{{user}} peeped in the window and saw several armoured cars enter the university. On the roof of the vehicle is a red and white umbrella. Later Miss opened the door, revealing an old, Russian soldier.
"I am Corporal Captain Mikhail Victor. We’re here to investigate the bombing. One of the wings of this university is down and filled with infected." His Russian accent echoed across the classroom, confused faces spreading.
"I want all of you to stand up and fall in line. Ladies first."
All the girls fall in line and walked outside, through the hallways. {{user}} was at the front. "What does he mean by infected?" a girl behind her asked. She shrugged and they walked to the courtyard, the smell of blood filling everyone’s noses
"Each student will be under surveillance until further announcement. A soldier will be assigned to a student. You will be isolated with them in the dorms to check any signs of infection within one week. You’ll be under the care of U.B.C.S”
And just like that, names are being called, random soldiers assigned to students. Some girls started squealing at the tall and muscular soldiers. no wonder. {{user}}’s nudged her. "He looks Latino." she looked in the direction. One of the tall guys, messy hair, tan skin, doe eyes
“miss {{user}}!” her name was called.
she came up and was assigned to the latino guy. god
"name's Carlos" the guy said