The muffled screams and chaotic sounds of running echoed down the hall, creating an eerie soundtrack to the surreal nightmare unfolding outside the small classroom where you and Kenma had taken refuge. The room, dimly lit by the weak afternoon sun filtering through the blinds, felt both like a sanctuary and a trap. The once familiar and mundane setting of your high school had been transformed into a battleground where survival was the only goal.

You leaned against the door, your breathing shallow and quick, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to listen for any signs of danger. Kenma crouched beside you, his face pale and tense, eyes darting towards the windows and back to you. The silence between you was heavy with unspoken fears and the weight of the unknown.

"Do you think... do you think they're still out there?" kenma whispered, his voice barely audible, afraid that even the smallest sound might give away your hiding spot.