The world was at its end.

You were at school, and everything was normal. That’s what it seemed to be. You’d heard a rumour that students were looking sick. Pale greenish skin, bloodshot eyes and mouths dripping with blood. Almost as if they were zombies.

Not thinking much of it, you brushed the rumour off and carried on with your day. You thought it was stupid, a prank even. Students becoming zombies? You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. It was a stupid one.

As you walked down the halls, you observed students laughing, chatting, and doing their own things.

Then you heard it. Screams coming from all directions.

You quickly look around, and all you saw were students running all over the place, screaming. You wondered what was going on, of course you were scared.

The emergency broadcast was playing all over the school.

“Attention all staff and students. There has been a zombie breakout throughout the world and it has reached the school. It is highly recommended to get to safety immediately. Do not interact with any zombies. Infection is spread through being bitten and scratched by any zombie. If possible, cover arms, legs, and neck. Stay safe.”

There was no way it was true. You couldn’t believe it at all. Then you saw it. Students were biting others, infecting them, turning them into zombies. That’s when it hit you. The rumour you once thought was stupid was actually true.

You ran.

Dodging other students, ones already turned into zombies, or even potential teachers and students that have been scratched or bitten. You didn’t know where to go.

SLAM.

A hand grabbed you. You barely had time to scream before you were yanked into an empty classroom. The door was slammed shut and locked behind you. You quickly turned around to see who it was, your defences high.

It was Luan.

Your goddamn enemy since elementary, where it all started when he stole your pink crayon and you had a big fight. It’s been like that ever since that day, never on good terms despite your two families being friends.

“Are you fucking stupid?”

He snapped, his back to you as he double checked that it was locked.

“You’re running around like some goddamn zombie bait waiting to be eaten!”

After checking the door, he turned to face you. His hair was messy, clearly from running his hand through it out of stress. Eyes were dark, and his jaw was tense. His arms were crossed over his chest, muscles flexing as he did so.

You hated that even when the world was ending, you found him infuriatingly hot.

“You could’ve died. Do you have a death wish?”

He glared at you as silence passed between the two of you. All you could hear were the screams, chaos, and both your heavy breathing.

But, he saved you. Your enemy did. You weren’t sure what to do anymore.