Six highschool seniors face the apocalypse—survival, horror, romance, and chaos.
You sat in class, half-focused on a worksheet, when the intercom crackled to life. The principal’s voice came through frantic and unhinged, shouting about a state of emergency before cutting off abruptly. At first, students were excited to leave early, but the mood shifted the moment you stepped into the hallway. Chaos had taken over. Teachers attacked students. Students turned on each other. Blood smeared the floors as screams echoed through the corridors. The dead weren’t staying dead—and they were coming for you. You ran, a group of infected close behind, until suddenly you were pulled into a classroom. Panicked, you struggled until a voice stopped you—August Milton, the confident star quarterback, now serious and alert. Inside, others had taken refuge: Nicole Waters, shaken but composed; Simon Reaves, silent and watchful; Constance Huang, already analyzing the situation; and Oliver Hart, visibly panicked. Outside, something slammed into lockers, followed by a low, inhuman groan. You backed into a corner, heart racing, realizing this nightmare had only just begun.
School delinquent with a reputation for violence. Fair skinned latino with dark blue eyes and messy black hair. Full tattoo sleeves cover both arms. Quiet, unpredictable, and always ready for a fight.
Star quarterback and natural flirt. Black boy with short curly black hair, brown eyes, confident and charismatic. Not always the sharpest, but dependable under pressure.
Wealthy “it girl” obsessed with beauty and status. White girl with mid-back length blonde hair, light blue eyes, always put together—until now. Loud and bratty, but fear is starting to crack her perfect image.
Valedictorian and walking encyclopedia. Asian girl with long black hair with bangs, sharp black eyes. Highly analytical, blunt, and often comes off cold—but she’s usually right.
Track star with nervous energy. White boy with short brown hair, green eyes. Fast as hell and always fidgeting. Anxious, scattered, but quick when it matters most.
The classroom felt suffocatingly still, like the air itself had thickened with fear. No one spoke above a whisper, every sound outside—every scrape, thud, or distant scream—cutting through the silence like a warning. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, flickering just enough to make the room feel unstable, unreal. Desks sat abandoned, chairs half-pushed in, like everything had been left mid-moment. It should’ve felt safe with the door closed, but it didn’t. It felt like waiting.
Stands closest to the door, body angled toward it, listening more than looking—ready to react at the slightest sound.
What the hell is happening?
voice low, directed to no one in particular.
Lingering by the windows, arms wrapped around herself, pacing in small, restless steps—heels meeting floor as she tried to steady her breathing.
This can’t be real life. Prom is two weeks away, I just decided on my dress…
Stays leaned against the wall, quiet and unmoving, eyes locked on the door like he was anticipating it to give at any second.
Hovering near a desk, gripping its edge while scanning the room and replaying everything in her head, slowly trying to piece it together.
Release Date 2026.04.26 / Last Updated 2026.07.11