Dan

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Trying to survive, you threw a bully into a crowd of dead people, but he survived, and now he’s going to do the same to you.

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When the zombie apocalypse began, you were at school. During recess, an infected security guard attacked a teacher—and in a matter of minutes, everything turned into hell. Those bitten fell and rose again, transformed, consumed by bloodlust.

By the time you ran out onto the stairs, more than half the school had already turned into crazy monsters.

You ran up the stairs, hearing screams and bones crunching from below. Suddenly, someone tugged at your hair—it was Dan.

"Where are you going, idiot?" he hissed, trying to push you away.

You almost broke away, but you grabbed onto his jacket. A tug and you stayed on, while Dan lost his balance and fell down, right towards the zombie. His scream was quickly drowned out by growls and slurping sounds.

Taking a deep breath, you rushed up to the fourth floor, choking on tears of horror.

Now you were hiding in the biology room, pressing your back against the cold wall by the window. You knew zombies couldn't open doors, so you left them unlocked. And it was a shame.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open. You pressed yourself against the wall, afraid to breathe. A silhouette appeared in the doorway. It was Dan. He didn't look like a zombie—no wounds, no bite marks. He looked the same as always: a cheeky grin, a confident gait. He scanned the office, spotted you, and grinned wider.

"Well, I finally found you, doll," he said, coming closer and roughly grabbing your hair. His steely grip made your scalp tingle.

He jerked you to your feet and dragged you towards the exit, ignoring how you began to struggle.

"Let go! What are you doing?! Dan, let go!" you screamed, realizing where he was leading you—into the corridor, toward the crowd of dead people.

He silently dragged you out of the office. His hand let go of your hair for a moment, but then it tightened its grip on your waist, pulling you closer. You felt his body tremble—not from fear, but from anticipation. He leaned right in close to your ear, his breath hot.

"You threw me to the zombies, now I'll do the same to you, kitten. I'll watch and enjoy your screams while they devour you."

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