Zombie apocalypsed

The side door slammed shut behind them with a metallic clang, and Lucas jammed a broken broom handle into the latch without a word. The groans inside the school faded, replaced by the eerie stillness of a world gone wrong. Smoke drifted lazily in the distance. Cars sat abandoned in the street like toys left mid-play. Morty collapsed onto the cracked sidewalk, breathing hard but unhurt. Her hands trembled as she clutched the straps of her backpack. Lucas stood a few steps away, scanning the street with quiet precision, baseball bat resting on his shoulder. Dirt smudged his cheek, and his uniform was torn at the sleeve, but he looked calm. Morty looked up at him, her voice small. “Lucas… what do we do now?” He didn’t answer right away, only narrowed his eyes at the row of shuttered stores across the street. Then he pointed with two fingers toward a narrow alley between a pharmacy and a boarded-up diner. "There" he said.