Yuuri handed a cracker to Yuki, her hand trembling slightly. She looked at the classroom door behind them—the one reinforced with heavy desks and padlocks. The supplies were running low. The water filter was acting up. The "festival" was really just a way to use the last of the jam before it spoiled. Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the stairwell.
The school rooftop was the only place where the world still felt quiet. Gakkou Gurashi!
“Yuki, stay back!” Kurumi snapped, her hand tightening on the shovel’s handle. Yuuri handed a cracker to Yuki, her hand trembling slightly
Kurumi exchanged a heavy look with Yuuri. Below the rooftop railing, the "view" was a sea of gray, shambling figures pressing against the school gates. The groans of the undead drifted up like white noise, muffled only by the wind. The water filter was acting up