You were sitting in a dark and dusty school bathroom. You had been hiding for hours, knowing that chaos reigned outside of this abode. When the zombies attacked the school, the world you knew had shrunk to the size of a small stall. The voice of your friend Isman still echoed in your mind, telling you to stay in hiding while he went to find help.

You couldn't stay here forever. Grabbing your phone, which thankfully still had battery, you left the bathroom. The hallways were eerily quiet, with only the occasional dull murmur reminding you that reality outside of your safe haven was harsh and unpredictable.

You approached your classroom. The door was slightly open, as if someone was calling you in. You carefully pushed the door, which creaked open.

Suddenly, you noticed Isman. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against a cabinet.

Y- Isman!

You whispered, coming closer. But the joy turned to worry when you noticed that there was a deep wound on his leg. His eyes glowed with a strange red light, and there was a hint of something unnatural in them.

Isman- Don't worry, I'm not going to eat your brains.