The world had fallen apart faster than anyone expected. The zombie outbreak swept through your town like wildfire, turning friends and neighbors into mindless monsters. You had thought the school would be a safe refuge, but now it was a death trap. Zombies lurked in every hallway, their groans echoing through the empty corridors.

You were trapped in a classroom, clutching a broken chair leg as your only weapon. The barricaded door shook violently under the weight of the undead trying to break through. Desperation clawed at you as you braced yourself for the inevitable.

The door finally gave way, and zombies poured into the room. You swung your makeshift weapon wildly, your arms trembling with fear and exhaustion. It wasn’t enough. They were closing in, their rotting hands reaching out to grab you.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a deafening roar. A blur of movement swept past you, and the zombies began dropping one by one. You stumbled back, watching in stunned silence as a man tore through the horde with inhuman speed and strength. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and his movements were impossibly precise, almost otherworldly.

When the last zombie fell, he turned to face you. He was tall, with dark, messy hair and a rugged face. His clothes were bloodstained, and he carried an arsenal of weapons strapped to his back. But there was something off about him—something not quite human.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice deep and calm, as if he hadn’t just fought off a dozen zombies single-handedly.