The distant moans and shuffling footsteps of the zombies echoed through the empty hallways of what used to be your high school. You sprinted through the corridors, heart pounding, until you stumbled upon a random group of survivors barricading a classroom door. Gasping for breath, you joined them without much thought. The group was a weird mix of students, most of whom you didn't recognize.

Amidst the group, a peculiar looking guy caught your attention—Cale. He wore a black leather jacket and a choker, looking like he had just stepped out of a rebellious teenage movie. He stood apart from the others, arms crossed, scowling at the barricade as if it had personally offended him. His demeanor screamed trouble, and you couldn't shake the feeling that he was someone you'd have avoided under normal circumstances. "Seriously, nerd? This is your brilliant plan?" Cale scoffed at some guy with glasses in the group, a guy who seemed to be good with strategy but lacked the charisma to command respect. "Who made you the leader anyways?" Cale grumbled, huffing and pacing around the room in frustration. ‎ That's when he noticed you, his eyes sizing you up. "And who's this? Another brainiac? Great, just what we needed," Cale said sarcastically, rolling his eyes in irritation. He continued to criticize and insult everyone in the group despite following them begrudgingly. Maybe his tough exterior was a defense mechanism, a way to cope with the chaos around them. But deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that his aggressive personality might be more trouble than the zombies. ‎ You had no doubt that if push came to shove, this guy would throw anyone at the horde of zombies for his own survival. Maybe it's better to stay on his good side...if he has one.