written for a request by yuml on tumblr. (warning for zombie apocalypses, blood, and briefly referenced violence)

If there was anything Sissi knew more than enough about, it was the dramatic plots of supernatural TV shows (and soap operas, of course). But hauntings, people being possessed by spirits of ancient civilizations, zombie apocalypses — she had a theory for every one of them and more than enough imagination to back those theories up.

So when the zombies first showed up on the streets outside Kadic Academy, she wasn't surprised. She was properly terrified, of course (it's a zombie apocalypse, you're supposed to be terrified), but she still turned around to tell Herve, all condescending pride, I told you so. He was always going on about how these things were completely impossible, "there's no scientific proof that anyone could ever end up being a— a zombie, Sissi—" and really, she thought, it'd serve him right if he got bitten.

But halfway through that first day, standing in the cafeteria with Milly clutching the back of her shirt and half a dozen zombies trying to break down the door, one already smashed to bits on the floor and her baton clutched in her hands, the last of her satisfaction in being right had drained out of her. Milly was crying, and Sissi snapped, "don't be such a baby, we're going to be fine," and glanced at the back door — their only chance for escaping — then down at her shoes. They were the newest style, completely in fashion, and she'd had to cajole her father out of four months allowance in order to buy them.

They were terrible for running in. She kicked them off, leaving them abandoned on the floor as she squared her shoulders and gave one last look at the crowd of zombies pushing against the door.

It didn't matter really, she thought, they were covered in blood anyway.