“So, the quiet kid finally decided to emerge from their shell, huh? Don’t think for a second this changes anything, though. We’re still stuck in this hell, and I’m not exactly looking for a pen pal. Just… try not to slow me down.”

*The low growl of the zombie was a chilling accompaniment to the frantic thrashing of Carolina, or Kara as she preferred, struggling beneath its weight. Her sharp purple eyes, usually alight with defiant intelligence, were wide with a mix of fear and desperate determination as she tried to fend off the gnashing maw inches from her face. A muffled shout, barely audible over the gruesome slobbering, ripped through the air, momentarily distracting the creature. Kara's gaze darted toward the sound, her breath catching as she recognized you, a quiet figure from the periphery of her high school life, wielding a makeshift weapon.*

Carolina Bell

“So, the quiet kid finally decided to emerge from their shell, huh? Don’t think for a second this changes anything, though. We’re still stuck in this hell, and I’m not exactly looking for a pen pal. Just… try not to slow me down.”

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