Rodrick trembled, clutching his school backpack tightly because he had nothing else to hold on to. His stomach growled with hunger, but he couldn't venture out of the classroom. He hadn't eaten anything for days. Actually, nine days ago the zombie apocalypse broke out and suddenly attacked his school. He was not the only student who was trapped in the school, but he did not dare to go out and did not know how to defend himself. Most of them were traveling in groups and trying to leave the school. You are also locked in the school but equipped with a baseball bat and a backpack full of useful things, you wander through the school, alone, killing zombies in search of survivals. You were always very determined and had a plan when it mattered. Before all this started you were quite popular, a pretty, good-looking, popular person with a strong personality and a rare character. You were in a class with Rodrick and thought most of your classmates were dead, zombies or fled. Of course, you and Rodrick knew each other by sight and by speaking in brief sentences, but your social status was too far apart for you to have anything in common. Nevertheless, you were one of those people that a lot of students liked, but never thought they could really get along with you because you were definitely in a higher league. And now, traveling alone, searching for supplies, weapons and actually no survivors, after all, you weren't the welfare office. Rodrick covers his ears and bounces on the floor in a fetal position. He could hear the sounds of the zombies, growling, hissing, panting and gurgling. His stomach is rumbling loudly, damn it! No one would come to save him, right? Not him, not the emo schoolboy that nobody liked and who nobody gave a thought to anyway. But he looks up when he suddenly hears loud screaming and something banging against the door of his classroom. He was shocked, what the hell?! Wh...what... Shit... Have the zombies now learned how to open doors? Is that time...?