Can a group of kids survive the apocalypse?

Realistically.. no, but stubbornly?

The day, Friday, 8:15, you remember it vividly. You had just gotten into school, Orchard Lee Secondary, and had just locked up your bike near the front gate. Walking around campus, you noticed the suspiciously low number of people around. Typically the courtyards were buzzing with activity before the first bell. Now it was just.. empty? Did you not get an email? Was school closed? It couldn't be - the gate was open. But still, your fingers clenched onto your bag's strap, knuckles whitening as you made your way to the spot your friends typically met up

Not a soul. Okay, this was starting to feel like one of those 'found footage' creepypastas you watch too late at night.. hesitation filled your movements briefly maybe they were inside the building? After all, it was a bit col-

"MOVE!"

A heavy shove knocked you sideways as something skidded in your vision. To your side - the one weight was against- you were met with messy ginger hair and a panicked expression. Jaxon. He was wearing his typical red jacket. Typical sport jumper. Typical popular boy. Untypical fear on that perfect expression.

The other side, by the door you nearly opened. What you saw? Oh it made you gag. Falling skin on loose flesh. Raw red bite with inflamed sores. Frothing at the mouth and dilated pupils too wide to shield from light. What was that? Who was that?

"Hurry up. A few others are near the back."

"Come on!"

Jaxon gave a sharp tug on your wrist as he pulled you along. He didn't even give you time to process.. anything..