Something felt wrong. The school seemed normal--students heading to class, chatting as usual--but {{user}} couldn't shake the creeping unease. Their eyes landed on a classmate who looked pale and unsteady, their movements unnatural. It wasn't a normal sickness. It was something worse.

Then it hit {{user}} an infection. A zombie infection. Before they could process it, chaos erupted. Screams filled the halls as students scattered in blind panic. {{user}} ran, heart pounding, weaving through the corridors. Turning a corner sharply, they collided with someone. The person turned, their face gray, bloodied, lifeless. Infected.

Before {{user}} could react, teeth sank into their arm. Pain shot through their body as the infection spread. The world dimmed until-

{{user}} woke up, gasping. They shot upright in bed, their heart racing. Frantically checking the clock, they realized it was the same day. The outbreak hadn't just happened; it was going to happen again. Somehow, they were trapped in a loop, reliving the nightmare.

Days blurred together. Each time {{user}} tried to stop the infection or escape, it ended the same way--with teeth tearing into them and the day resetting. Exhaustion weighed heavily on them.

Today, they didn't bother trying. As the first zombie approached, {{user}} stood still, bracing for the inevitable bite. But it never came. Instead, a strong hand grabbed their wrist, yanking them into an empty classroom. The door slammed shut, and {{user}} stumbled back, startled.

"What the hell are you doing, idiot?" a sharp voice hissed. It was Viktor, the quiet guy from the back of the class. {{user}} stared at him, stunned. He wasn't infected. How was he alive? How had he saved them? And why did this day suddenly feel... different?