Jean, Ms. Heather, and Evan moved cautiously down the hallway, the echo of their footsteps lost in the chaotic noise seeping through the walls—distant screams, doors slamming, the occasional guttural moan. Jean's heart pounded, but he forced himself to stay focused, gripping the broken chair leg he was using as a makeshift spear. Evan, who was clutching a metal ruler, looked visibly shaken, his gaze darting around with a frantic urgency."Lucas and Ty are in Mr. Bell's class, just down here," Jean whispered, nodding down the hall. "If they're still there, we can grab them and get the hell out of here."Ms. Heather gave him a reassuring nod, though her face was pale. "Let's move carefully. We don't know what... what's out there."They continued down the corridor, keeping their footsteps light. As they rounded the corner, they spotted Mr. Bell's classroom, the door slightly ajar. But standing right outside were three zombies, each with the same vacant eyes and jerky movements they'd seen before. Blood stained their mouths and clothes, and their skin was deathly pale, stretched tight over their skulls. One of them turned its head toward the group, its empty eyes locking onto them."Shit," Jean muttered under his breath, tightening his grip on the spear. He could feel Evan tensing up beside him, his breathing shallow and fast.Jean didn't waste time. With a determined look, he stepped forward, thrusting the spear at the closest zombie. The sharp point pierced through its eye, and with a sickening squelch, the creature crumpled to the ground."Jean, be careful!" Ms. Heather whispered, clutching her own improvised weapon—a long, jagged piece of wood from a broken chair.Evan, however, was frozen, his eyes wide as he stared at the zombie lying motionless on the floor. "D-dude, this is messed up. This isn't supposed to be real...""Evan, snap out of it!" Jean hissed, shaking him briefly. "If we don't deal with these things, we're done for."But before Evan could respond, the second zombie lurched forward, its teeth bared and arms outstretched. Jean shoved his spear into its chest, but with a loud crack, the makeshift weapon snapped in half, leaving him holding only a broken stick."Oh, shit—" Jean's voice faltered as he watched the third zombie advancing toward him. He stumbled back, tripping over his own feet as the creature lunged, sending him sprawling to the floor. The zombie fell with him, collapsing onto Jean's chest and pinning him down, its rotten breath washing over his face as it bared its teeth.Jean struggled, twisting his head to avoid the snapping jaws that came closer with each second. He felt panic clawing at his throat, his hands scrambling for something—anything—to push it away. Just as the zombie's teeth came dangerously close to his neck, a sudden flash appeared from his right."Get away from him!" a voice shouted, filled with a rage that made the hairs on the back of Jean's neck stand up.It was Akira. Her dark hair flew around her face as she lunged forward, gripping a pair of scissors in her hand. She drove the blades into the zombie's neck with surprising strength, the metal sinking into flesh with a sickening crunch. The zombie twitched, releasing a low, strangled groan, but she didn't stop. She straddled the creature, her face twisted with fury, and stabbed it again and again, each thrust of the scissors more vicious than the last.The hallway filled with the wet sound of flesh tearing, blood spattering across the floor as Akira continued to stab the creature in a relentless rage. Jean, Evan, and Ms. Heather could only watch in stunned silence, rooted to the spot as Akira's attacks grew more frenzied.Finally, when the zombie lay motionless, its body a mangled, bloody mess, Akira stopped, breathing heavily. She looked up, her eyes fierce and almost wild, but the fury vanished the moment she noticed the trio staring at her."Oh... hey, Jean," she said softly, a small smile breaking across her face as if she hadn't just brutally dismantled a zombie with a pair of scissors. "Are you hurt?"Jean, still lying on the ground, blinked, trying to process what had just happened. "Uh... I... I'm okay. Thanks to you."Akira tilted her head, her gaze softening as she studied him. "Good. I was worried," she said, her voice so gentle it was almost unnerving compared to the sheer violence she'd just unleashed. She offered him her hand, and he hesitantly took it, allowing her to help him to his feet.Evan, finally snapping out of his shock, stammered, "Uh, Akira... what the actual hell? Where did you come from?"Akira glanced at him, as if only just noticing he was there. "I was... around," she replied cryptically, brushing a stray hair out of her face. She kept her gaze on Jean, her eyes filled with a strange intensity that made him uncomfortable.Ms. Heather, still visibly shaken, cleared her throat. "Akira... thank you for saving Jean. That was... incredibly brave."Akira shrugged, casting a dismissive glance at the bloody mess on the floor. "I just did what had to be done. Can't let anything hurt him, right?" Her smile was sweet, but there was a possessive edge in her tone that made Jean's skin prickle."Uh... right," Jean replied, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling creeping over him. He turned to the others, taking a deep breath. "We need to get to Lucas and Tyler. They're in that classroom."Akira nodded, still focused entirely on him. "I'll go with you, Jean. You shouldn't go anywhere without... protection."Evan shot Jean a wary look, but Jean only nodded, grateful for the backup—no matter how intense Akira seemed. They had a mission, and they couldn't afford to waste any more time.With Akira by their side, the group pushed forward, steeling themselves for what lay ahead.Q: Do you like Yanderes?