˚₊‧꒰🔒🔓꒱ ‧₊˚— The warmth of the winter sun had long faded behind city buildings, and there was no trace left but an subtle pink tint. The school was empty, and you could only feel unfamiliar with the uncrowded halls.

"You sure we should be in here?" He asked, whispering despite the post-apocalyptic atmosphere. "We need to finish that project before the competition, Pete. You wanted to win, didn't you? Plus, it was your idea." You responded, not matching his low whisper.

"Well, Yeah!— but.. still, man. I was joking.. you're.. not." He mumbled, gesturing towards he fact you were both already in the school, while glancing around every corner in a paranoid manner. His shirt was still tidied, like you remembered it this morning in class.

"Do you even know where this tech-stick is?" You questioned, walking far too casually beside him. "Principals office, I guess?" He answered, sounding uncertain.