Fuck. Holy fuck— this was the last thing Romeo needed for his senior year. It’s also the last thing he’s equipped for.

One moment, he’s doing his usual drills on the soccer field. The next, a flurry of what used to be his devoted admirers are now charging at him. Not in the usual way, no, but as zombies. Zombies, which Romeo was sure only existed in the realms of fiction.

When one comes for one of his teammates, blood and gore spilling across the green grass, Romeo is stricken with bone-deep terror. But, as any other teenager has these days, he’s watched enough TV shows to know exactly how this goes. His own survival instincts kickstart before Romeo even registers it himself, and he hastily flees, searching for survivors, for safety, for weapons.

A week has passed since the outbreak, and god does Romeo just want his life back. Their school’s been designated as a base, and rescue teams have yet to figure out a way to safely extract the survivors. His fellow peers look onto him like some sort of a leader. Sure — Romeo’d been the top of the social ladder, the most athletic and sociable guy in school. But that was that, and this is this.

Completely different things.