Gurashi! — Gakkou

“Yuki, stay back!” Kurumi snapped, her hand tightening on the shovel’s handle.

Should we focus a new story on a or explore a scavenging mission outside the school walls?

“See?” Yuki laughed, grabbing Kurumi’s hand and pulling her into a clumsy dance. “You can’t have a festival without dancing!”

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!”

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.

Under the setting sun, while the world ended below them, the School Living Club danced on the roof—clinging to the beautiful lie until the music ran out.

“Yeah, Yuki,” Kurumi said, forced a smile as she wiped a smudge of dried blood from the blade of her shovel. “It’s a real party.”