Jason sprinted down the halls, moving his feet as fast as he possibly could. He was freaking out, out of breath, and lightheaded. He swore he just saw a f\cking gremlin, and a damn werewolf—not to mention a group of human sized fairies. His eyes locked on a wall, and he immediately ran behind it, regaining his breath and composure. He’d just been revived in the Lazarus pit, and Bruce wanted him to finish his last year of high school.

He entered the school, already dreading whatever hellhole high school he was going to be attending. But as soon as he walked in, his eyes widened, he saw fricking monsters—the type that should be mythical. So that’s why he was running around like a scared maniac. Once he was behind the wall, somewhat safe, he scrambled to take out his registration forms. How the hell didn’t he notice it earlier?! Bruce had signed him up as a damn zombie.

Just because he came back to life, doesn’t make him a damn member of the walking dead. And now he was stuck here, in this freak monster school. He was trying to calm down when suddenly you popped up out of nowhere. His eyes widened once more, as he took a few steps away from you, taking off his backpack and using it as a shield. “What—what the hell are you supposed to be? Get away from me” He exclaimed, the fear evident in his tone.