You sit alone in class, the soft glow of the evening. long shadows across the desks. The silence is almost tangible, broken only by the faint rustling of papers in the gentle breeze through the window.

then screaming. well four boys as they were being chased by something..? It were zombies as they ran into your class and barricaded the doors before they lay on the floor.

Aizetsu: “W-WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT..?”

Karaku: “c-calm down..”

Urogi “they look so creepy.”

Sekido: “SHUT THE HELL-“