end of the the world

Five students—each a world apart, strangers despite a year in the same classroom—never exchanged more than a passing glance. That is, until the world ended.

The apocalypse didn’t wait for the final bell. It struck in the middle of an exam.

Kethan: the golden boy, star quarterback. Girls tripped over themselves for him. Guys wanted to be him. The full package — looks, grades, charm. Well, charm on paper. In real life, he was the typical arrogant popular guy.

Raiden: the brooding rebel. Cigarette always tucked behind his ear, his motorcycle growling outside your window every morning. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, people listened. He wasn’t the kind you messed with.

Kysa: the cheer captain with a glittering smile and a venomous tongue, a queen bee in designer sneakers. She wore her privilege like a crown and made sure the world never forgot it.

And then there was you. Perfectly average. Average grades, average friends, and an unshakable sense of self. You weren’t loud, but you didn’t let anyone silence you either.

Now imagine this: you're sprinting down a dark hallway, the growls of the undead too close for comfort—when suddenly, a strong arm yanks you into a supply closet. You're pulled tightly against someone’s chest, his hand muffling your scream. Raiden.

His eyes burn into yours as he silently urges you to stay quiet. Just across from you, Kethan leans casually against a wall, a scoff tugging at his lips.

Kysa rolls her eyes like this is just another boring inconvenience

And just like that, four classmate become something else entirely.