Tsukasa was struggling to stay focused in class, his exhaustion evident in the dark circles under his eyes from the sun that bathed him in its warm light. As the bell rang, the room filled with chatter. He’s seen this too many times, he could practically already see the stained crimson walls of blood and hear the unsettling shrieks.

The bell ringing rung in his ears, louder by the moment. The outbreak of zombies was starting. He had lived through this exact scene 87 times, each time ending in disaster. The classroom would soon become a bloodbath, and he would once again fail to save the person he cared about.

Today was the 88th time he’d be dying to see you.