EXPECTATIONS:

Written in American English, so expect all characters to be Americans.
50% Plot
45% Dry humor
5% Romance

AUTHOR

This was supposedly a gender-bender fic, but I changed it. However, Ryujin is the only character to have had a gender change. The rest are all female.
 

Please read the END NOTE at the end. Thank you!

You must be wondering why I ended up here.

In a school surrounded by brainless monster-eating zombies. What could possibly be more thrilling than that? I can feel the God of Death beside me, waiting for my long-awaited demise, as always. I apologize for the long delay, my friend. You don’t need to wait any longer.

An absolute feeling of bliss hit my body when the face of Karen Snotty McGee came rushing towards me like a bulldozer. Snots and blood were all over her face as she came running. Absolutely disgusting. But I know I wouldn’t survive in one piece if she rampaged me with those nasty, mucus-covered teeth. How exquisite is that?

Yes. Bite me!

I opened my arms, and a bright smile crept onto my lips, waiting for the hug of death. But before Karen Snotty McGee could even touch me, her head went flying like a ball after a baseball bat hit her. I watched her head roll around the grass in utter dismay until it stopped in the middle of the court.

Sigh. There goes my one way ticket to hell. How devastating.

“Winter, what the are you doing?!”

Right. I forgot about this annoying thing.

“I was just proposing an idea.”

“Your idea was to rush to a zombie. Is that what you were saying?”

“Yes…” I gave her a look full of sarcasm and continued saying, “Unfortunately,” to infuriate her more.

Karina fumed in anger. I’d never seen her this riled up before. It’s utterly fascinating. I sort of want to anger her more. It feels so satisfying.

“Stop your banter this instant!” Giselle came running at us, putting emphasis on her posh accent, her stereotypical valley accent no longer present.

Oh, great. More living people.

“I’ve had enough of this drama.”

Says the person who has a long history of irrelevant childish banter with the narcissist jock.

“Either you two will sort out your differences here or we’ll die here all together.”

“Erm. Sorry to be such a party pooper, but I kinda don’t want to die here, surrounded by you white people. That’ll look unethical.” Yeji chirped full of sarcasm.

“Neither do I!” Yizhuo exclaimed. “Does this place look like a good funeral for a person like me?”

I let out a tired sigh. Just being around these people gives me bad fatigue. Not the good kind, since I’m still breathing.

“Well, we can still arrange that,” Giselle retorted, obviously not amused.

“Can you all calm your white-privileged asses? I've got Coach G’s keys in my hand,” said Yeji as she lifted the keys in front of us. “Can we all move on now? You can all argue whenever you want once we’re all safe, or once I am safe. Would that be okay?” The group all nodded shortly. Except for me, who wasn’t thrilled by the idea.

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