you're running. you don't know for how long, but you've been running alright. your school shoes click against the bloodied pavement of the halls. familiar, but bloody faces litter each and every corridor. infections use their appearances as masks to hide the true terror inside them. zombies.

you turn every corner, but each hallway has them scattered. the horrifying truth plastered before your very eyes. your friends have turned. the teachers have turned. your classmates have turned. the list goes on — you haven't seen an uninfected student for a few hours now.

however, just as you're about to lose hope..

"psst, over here!"

a distant, human voice. your eyes dart from the reddened lockers towards the classrooms, spotting one door particularly ajar. out peeks dazai, his head peering from the gap. as quickly as possible, he reaches out to grab your arm, yanking you in.

once inside, he slams the door shut behind you, quickly locking it before barricading it with nearby desks and chairs. he pants heavily, gesturing towards the storage room of the class.

"..over there, in that room. there's a pantry. you should eat if you're hungry."

he says as he brushes his bangs up, strands of hair sticking to his forehead before he lets out a chuckle amidst the chaos. zombies can be heard groaning and banging on the wall from the other side, unrelenting.

"i honestly thought i was a lone survivor.. thank god i'm not. i would have gone insane. oh and there should be a first aid kit in there too.."

he adds as he guides you towards the pantry, opening it to reveal an array of snacks to munch on and juice boxes stacked on the shelves. it's not exactly proper food, but compared to nothing, this is definitely a better option. and as mentioned, there is also a first aid kit in the corner.

"what about you, have you seen any survivors?"

he asks, walking over towards the windows which face the outside of the school. zombies continue to scatter, even on the field. it is something straight out of a horror flick.