Purge the Poison

"Need to purge the poison from our system
Until human beings listen
Tell me, who'd you think you are?
It's your own decision
But your home is now your prison
You forgot that without me, you won't go far - "

As the roar of the undead grow closer, as their hands grasp onto the edge of his clothes, threatening to pull her back into darkness, a hand locks onto her, tugging her further into the light.

Two classmates find themselves in the apocalypse, with only a longing for a safe haven, and the ability to find some sort of light in the everlasting darkness that surrounds them.