My Job? Weaving Armour For Undead In Apocalypse

Gasps rippled through the crowd like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping panic across the gathered students. A good number instinctively stepped back, their shoes scraping against the dusty floor. Tevin clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a chuckle, his eyes glinting with unhidden mischief. Professor David, ever the composed figure, raised a single brow—not in amusement, but mild surprise.

Felicity and Nero, standing by a car, shared a brief glance before both followed suit. They, too, masked their expressions, though not for the same reasons as Tevin. Sharp and observant, they understood the deeper play in motion. Merek wasn’t reacting—not even a twitch. The collective scorn aimed at him rolled off like rain on polished steel.

To Felicity, the message was clear. Merek wasn’t offended by the cold welcome. No—if anything, he might have been genuinely shocked if he hadn’t received it.

"Professor!"

The sharp cry cracked through the mounting tension, raw and jarring like calloused hands tearing through white silk. All heads swiveled at once toward the sound—a student sent to scout, breathless and wide-eyed, sprinting toward them at full tilt, his boots thudding heavily on the floor.

Before anyone could chide him for the sudden outburst, the boy screamed again—this time louder, more desperate, almost hoarse.

"Zombies! A horde of them! Several hundred! Five Type Ones among them—and they’re coming this way!"

Professor David’s features tightened, the fragile relief that had just begun to settle over him vanishing like mist under the midday sun.

"Are you certain?" he asked grimly, his voice low and even, yet weighted with urgency.

The scout nodded frantically, sweat pouring down his face. "Yes, sir! I’ve tracked their movements—I’m sure of it. They’re coming straight for us."

A high-pitched sob broke out behind them. A female student—ironically, the same one who had voted to cast Merek out—collapsed to her knees, weeping uncontrollably. Her mascara ran in dark streaks as she gasped between cries, "We’re all going to die..."