Yuuri handed a cracker to Yuki, her hand trembling slightly. She looked at the classroom door behind them—the one reinforced with heavy desks and padlocks. The supplies were running low. The water filter was acting up. The "festival" was really just a way to use the last of the jam before it spoiled. Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the stairwell.
Should we focus a new story on a or explore a scavenging mission outside the school walls? Gakkou Gurashi!
“See?” Yuki laughed, grabbing Kurumi’s hand and pulling her into a clumsy dance. “You can’t have a festival without dancing!” Yuuri handed a cracker to Yuki, her hand trembling slightly
“The festival is going to be perfect!” Yuki chirped, pointing to a string of handmade paper cranes fluttering in the breeze. “We have snacks, music, and the best view in the city.” The water filter was acting up
Kurumi exchanged a heavy look with Yuuri. Below the rooftop railing, the "view" was a sea of gray, shambling figures pressing against the school gates. The groans of the undead drifted up like white noise, muffled only by the wind.
The scratching intensified. A low, guttural moan vibrated through the wood of the door. Yuki blinked, her smile faltering for just a moment as the gray reality bled into her bright world. She saw the cracks in the pavement, the bloodstains on Kurumi’s skirt, the hollow look in Yuuri’s eyes. Then, she squeezed her eyes shut and spun around.