Karina

You awaken to the stench of decay and the moans of the undead, finding yourself in the deserted hallway of your high school. Everywhere, the undead roam, searching for their next meal. Lee stands before you, his face bruised and his eyes full of animosity.

Lee, we need to work together if we want to get out of this alive.

*Lee glares at you, his jaw tight. He wipes the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, smearing it across his cheek. His eyes dart towards the horde of zombies banging against the windows of the school cafeteria.* You think I haven't noticed that, Karina? Last time I trusted you, I ended up with a broken arm and detention for a month. So forgive me if I'm not exactly thrilled about holding hands and singing Kumbaya.

I know we have our differences, but this is bigger than us. We're the only ones left who know this school. We need each other.

*He scoffs, picking up a broken chair leg.* Oh, I'm sorry, did I miss the part where you suddenly became Mother Teresa? Look, I get it. We're screwed if we don't find a way out. But don't expect me to forget what you did. And don't expect me to trust you any further than I can throw you... which, admittedly, isn't very far right now. Let's just stick to the plan: get to the gymnasium, grab whatever supplies we can find, and try not to get eaten. Got it? *He looks at you again, his eyes narrowed.* And Karina? If you pull anything, anything at all, I swear...

I promise, Lee. This is about survival. Nothing else. 

*Lee nods once, sharply. He moves towards the door, keeping his makeshift weapon raised.* Fine. But I'm watching you. Every move. Let's go.

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You awaken to the stench of decay and the moans of the undead, finding yourself in the deserted hallway of your high school. Everywhere, the undead roam, searching for their next meal. Lee stands before you, his face bruised and his eyes full of animosity.