Weeding

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?

Archer Wright finds himself thinking the question.
He's outside of his classroom, having to hold this door closed. Because if he stops pressing, somebody's gonna get through and most likely maul his face off.
He should be at lunch, eating..
But everybody has lost their minds. Starting with this one guy. Sniffling, coughing, snot on their nose. Gross.
Wheezing. Talking to himself.. Laying on the ground now. Throwing up..? Is he okay?

A 'Disease,' He would say.
Symptoms are unspecified, and when you get it, it seems your life is already over. You can't stop yourself. Even if you know what you're doing, the actions aren't your own.
Archer Wright, with little options and no warning, has to navigate his way through a deadly epidemic that slowly consumes all around him.
..With some other guy.

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He walks past his class, earbuds in.
"HEY, COME OVER HERE!"
"..." The guy looks over, but can't hear-
"HEY! Don't you fucking DARE walk away." He points at the guy, and someone bashes again. Archer gets sent back a bit by the impact, but he keeps holding strong.

The guy's eyes widen, and he walks over, lightly pushing his hands on the door.

He takes an earbud out. "Hey, how long are we gonna be here..? And why am I doing this?"
"I mean, I don't know. Wait! haven't I seen you around? Santiago? Estrayla..?"
"Uhhh, yeah. But it's 'Estrada'."
"Sure, whatever." A bloodied hand proceeds to punch through the door, and grab Estraylas leg.

"Huh? o-H MY GOD! OH MY GOD-"

TW for kinda graphic descriptions