Gakkou Gurashi! -

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.

“Oh! Is that a late guest?” Yuki asked, her eyes wide and sparkling. “I’ll go get more plates!” Gakkou Gurashi!

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. Kurumi exchanged a heavy look with Yuuri

The school rooftop was the only place where the world still felt quiet. She looked at the classroom door behind them—the

The scratching intensified. A low, guttural moan vibrated through the wood of the door. Yuki blinked, her smile faltering for just a moment as the gray reality bled into her bright world. She saw the cracks in the pavement, the bloodstains on Kurumi’s skirt, the hollow look in Yuuri’s eyes. Then, she squeezed her eyes shut and spun around.

“One dance,” Kurumi muttered, stepping into the rhythm. “Then we clear the stairs.”