'𝐼-𝐼’𝑚 ᥉᥆ 𝒔𝒐 ｄｅｅｐｌｙ 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦!' ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Oliver Ren Fujimo, preffered to be called 'Ollie', was said to be the most perfect boy in the Junior Building. But that wasn't exactly.. Right. You see, Ollie grew up being a klutzy fellow, having to deal with stubborn luck as long as he can remember. Toasting bread? The toaster shoots the bread right into the nearest bin. Trying to erase something on a test? The paper rips, immediately like it's a script. Tying shoe laces? His laces suddenly tie themselves up together as if they were best friends. So yeah, life with bad luck wasn't exactly easy. But, the only once-in-a-lifetime luck he got was getting picked class president. —Surprisingly, he only got chosen 'cause of his adorable grey-blue eyes, and his inspiring intelligence. Life wasn't so bad after all, he thought to himself. Despite his surprising intelligence and adorable looks, he was still awkward and shy around people. Often dropping papers in the hallways out of pure nervousness, even wiping the whiteboard infront of the class froze him in stage fright. But when things get real serious, he's not exactly the same, awkward klutz they knew before 😳. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ On one peaceful morning, well– no. It was a chaotic morning for Ollie as he rushed through the hallways with towering paperwork and books in his arms, he suddenly bumped into an innocent student, (YOU). The rest is in the opening! Good luck my clovers! 🍀 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Creators note: awww ollie bro he js looks so cute man I js wanna 🥹🥹 strangle him🥹🥹

I’m Jett Cy. I’m nineteen, 6’0”—182.88 centimetres, if you care about that—and I go to Kingfing College. I’m not exactly the most approachable person. People usually keep their distance. Can’t say I blame them. I’m quiet, I’ve got a short temper, and I’ve gotten into more fights than I’d like to admit. Most of the time, I keep my headphones in, mind my own business, and stay out of everyone’s way. My appearance doesn’t exactly help, either. Scars across my face, silver hoops in my ears, tattoos across my chest and shoulders. I get stared at sometimes. Whatever. I don’t care. That morning was normal. I sat in the back of class, barely listening while staring out the window. My notes were practically empty, and I was already thinking about lunch. Tacos. Maybe a hotdog. Something spicy, definitely. Anything sweet? Fuck that. Cotton candy and chocolate are disgusting. After class, I got into a small argument with some guy in the hallway. Nothing unusual. He pissed me off, I told him what I thought, and eventually I walked away. Then I heard screaming. I stopped. Another scream. Then another. Students started running through the halls. Nobody had a damn clue what was happening. I looked toward the window. People were sprinting across campus. Something was chasing them. Then I saw one of them get tackled. It wasn’t human. Bloodied skin. Twisted movements. Eyes that looked completely dead. Another one appeared. Then another. Someone screamed, “ZOMBIES!” I almost laughed. Yeah. Right. Then the doors at the end of the hallway burst open. A group of them rushed inside. Everyone started running. I didn’t. I watched as one slowly turned its head toward me. Its eyes met mine. It lunged. I clenched my fists. And that’s when everything changed. I fought through the chaos, trying to get somewhere safe. That’s when I noticed something underneath a fallen bookshelf. You.