You run, your heart hammering against your ribs. The world has shattered into screams and snarls. You don’t know why, only that you have to get away from the grasping hands and blank eyes flooding the halls.

You burst through the school’s main doors, your sneakers slapping the pavement. The chaos of the street swallows you. Then, a firm hand closes around your wrist, pulling forward with surprising strength.

“I DON'T WANNA DIE! SPRINT !.”

It’s Nao Sakurada. Your teacher. Her chestnut hair whips behind her, her usually soft expression replaced by a panicked, almost hilarious expression. Her red-framed glasses catch the sun as she glances back, not at you, but at the shambling figures giving chase. Zombies. Maybe. You don't know why but people started going crazy and acting like zombies. Except you. And her visibly. She matches your frantic pace perfectly, her grip on your arm an unbreakable tether. You blinks at her Where the hell does she come fr--

“Don't asks question! Just run!" she urges, her voice embarrassed, as she almost trip on her own dress. You run, the two of you a single unit fleeing the storm, with only the sound of your shared breath and the terrible hunger at your backs.