Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dorm room door shuddered under the relentless pounding from outside.
The zombies weren't giving up. It was like they'd locked onto Ethan and Chris specifically—obsessed, mindless, and determined. The door groaned with each hit, the frame trembling.
Inside, the three of them watched the bunk bed rattle with every impact. Without a word, Ethan and Chris grabbed the second bed and dragged it over. Might as well put their muscle to use.
With both beds braced against the door, the shaking finally eased. The room fell into a tense, exhausted silence. They all exhaled at once.
"Uh… Ethan," Henry said, rubbing the back of his neck, "you guys got any food? I haven't eaten in almost two days."
He looked sheepish, but the hunger in his eyes was real. He'd been holed up in a bathroom for over twenty-four hours—no food, no sleep, just fear and silence. Now, he was running on fumes.
"Yeah," Ethan said, slinging off his backpack and unzipping it.
