𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚 ||

{prologue}

[A/N: a lot happened in this very first part cuz I wanted to get the apocalypse started! dw, the story won't be as rushed as the prologue <3]

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"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡, 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚."

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     A sharp gasp fell past the girl's cherry-glossed lips as she was slammed against the metal lockers in the hall of the school. The students around only spared a smug glance at the scene unfolding before shuffling by, trying to act unbothered.

"Look at you! You literally match the red lockers with that newly dyed hair. Why would you even think of it? The fashion industry is traumatized!" the boy spat at her face, shackling her against the lockers as he did so, "I mean, if the effort was to get noticed, I'd say that's stupid because we give you attention every single day, hun."

The girl licked her lips by habit, forgetting that they were already moistured with lipgloss.

"Let go of her! She didn't do you shit!" a smaller ravenette yelled at the boy holding Zyra against the lockers.

"Remi! Stop.." a brunette girl – Moxie – hissed as she dragged the furious ravenette back.

"You're gonna make it even worse," Erin huffed at Remi the ravenette, grazing his eyes over Zyra in concern.

"I suggest you listen to your friend there," Almaas hummed, and the six bullies snickered.

"Ya, show her some other color that would match her pretty red hair, eh?" another girl spoke up with a hint of amusement from behind the boy holding Zyra.

"Sure thing, Dev," he chuckled, grabbing a fistful of Zyra's hair.

"Let g-go!" the redhead stammered as she struggled to inch his fingers out of her hair.

"Oh. I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" he released his grip and tilted his head to the side innocently. "Should I do it...mm, here?" Jeon Jeongguk hummed in a questioning tone and tapped Zyra's nose as his bunny smile unveiled. Too bad it belonged to the person with the wrong personality to it.

"I'm waiting..." a bored voice was heard with an exaggerated yawn following after.

"Shut up, Murphy, he gotta make it interesting," Paxon, the blonde guy of the group, grunted.

"Wait, I'll do it." A brunette trudged forward and firmly placed a manicured hand on Jeongguk's chest to push him back. Devani sent him a playful wink before she turned around to face Zyra, only for a scowl to plaster on her face.

"You little attention-seeking who-"

"WATCH OUT!"

The ten teenagers turned their heads to the throaty scream that could have anyone absolutely terrified.

Around the corner of the hall came a screaming girl, a firm hand grabbing her left shoulder that was dripping with thick crimson liquid.

Blood.

"SHIT! Let's get out of here!" Erin signaled despite having no idea about the situation and motioned his three friends to hurry up. They ran the opposite direction of the bleeding girl before the bullies could do anything.

"Is she hysterical because the blood ruined her designer blouse or–"

"Shut up, Murphy!" All five of his friends yelled.