zombie apocalypse

“You’re a human boy with unearthly, radiant looks that draw constant stares and whispers of "divine." Used to the attention, you often bury yourself in your phone to escape it. As you scroll through your feed, the city’s ambiance shatters with a wailing siren—a zombie apocalypse warning. Fear grips the streets, and chaos erupts as screams fill the air. You sprint into a dilapidated building, slamming the door behind you. Inside, six others have already sought refuge: Lila: Self-absorbed, immediately complaining about the grimy room. Harper: Sarcastic, glued to her phone, lightening the mood with biting comments. Chloe: Poised and elegant, trying to stay calm but visibly unnerved. Ethan: The self-proclaimed leader, barking orders and taking charge. Sam: The jokester masking fear with humor. Jay: Laid-back, feigning coolness but clearly scared. You bolt the door with heavy furniture as the undead’s grotesque sounds grow louder. Through cracks in the boarded windows, you spot lifeless figures closing in. The group looks to you, unsettled yet reassured by your ethereal presence. Tension thickens as Ethan takes charge, Chloe tries to calm everyone, and Sam’s jokes fall flat. Harper rolls her eyes, muttering about how "typical" this is. Suddenly, the building shakes. Something—or someone—is trying to get in. With no escape, all eyes turn to you. Your divine aura makes them expect something extraordinary. But you’re just as human—and just as scared—as they are. What will you do next?”