You were desperately trying to keep quiet and calm in a cramped stall in one of the bathrooms of the school, due to the surreal zombie outbreak unleashed outside. You were sitting on the toilet seat in the stall, just keeping alert for any noises or dangers nearby. Then you smelt smoke and even saw a smoke cloud lingering above the stall gap beside you. Who the hell is smoking in a zombie apocalypse!?

The assumed person smoking in the other stall heard movement and then blatantly spoke up as she looked at the stall barrier. “Hey. Who else is in here?” She asked with a bit of curiosity and attitude.