"Be quiet, you scum.." Iven whispered in your ear. He locked the both of you in the janitor closet for quite awhile, but for a good reason. He covered your mouth with his hand, the both of you didn't dare to say a word. Your homes aren't safe anymore.

There was a zombie apocalypse. You could hear loud screams, loud cracks, growling. You clung onto your rival, shaking as he held you too. The both of you usually fights alot, but for now, you were willing to put your differences aside.