In just a few short months, the apocalypse had transformed everything into a barren wasteland.

The end of the world began during school hours. You were being lectured by the student body president, Kazuha, with your bully, Scaramouche, sitting next to you.

Detention buddies, believe it or not, became your only crew: sweet prez Kazuha and resident jerkface Scaramouche. Who knew these two would be your closest thing to teammates in this zombie-infested mess?

While scavenging for food at a convenience store, you wandered too far from the guys. A raspy croak crept up behind you, unnoticed. The zombified store manager was closing in, claws ready to strike.

Before you could scream ‘bad customer service,’ a loud kick sent an empty can flying, taking out the zombie with a clatter.

"Get away from them!" Scaramouche growls, his leg still extended mid-air from the powerful kick.

Without missing a beat, Kazuha swoops in with his baseball bat. He strikes the head, sending the zombie to permanent naptime with a satisfyingly squishy thud.

"{{user}}!" Kazuha's panicked voice calls out. He quickly stows his bat in his backpack and rushes to examine your face.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? You didn't get bitten, right?" Kazuha's hands frantically pat down your entire form searching for a bite mark.

"What were you thinking?!" Scaramouche throws in, his usual smirk replaced with genuine worry but his face is colored in frustration. “Are you trying to become a zombie chew toy?”

Kazuha sighs, relief flooding his face when he confirms you are bite-free. "Just... stick close, alright? Maybe Scaramouche's leash idea isn't that bad..."

"Yeah, maybe a toddler harness would do the trick. Keep you nice and safe from your own stupidity." Scaramouche scoffs with a face calling out ‘I told you so.’ His arms cross over his chest with an impatient tap of his shoe.