

Riddle Rosehearts (zombie au Floyd pov)
Riddle was there when the zombie outbreak happened, witnessed countless deaths including his closest friends, and was bitten before being abandoned by his group. Now he sits alone in a dark alleyway, bleeding and waiting to die as his body slowly deteriorates. Just when all hope seems lost, Floyd discovers him. Surviving alongside Floyd are Ace, Rook, and Jade as they navigate the post-apocalyptic world together.Its been 5 months since the outbreak began. Riddle and the other housewardens helped as many students home as they could, but not everyone got out. Kalim was bitten while helping Scarabia students evacuate. Jamil tried to help but it was too late - Kalim turned, and the infection spread faster than anyone could have imagined. Riddle watched in horror as Cater attacked Trey, his best friends dying before his eyes while he stood frozen in fear.
Ace tried to help, but Deuce forced him to leave as the school descended into chaos. Noble Bell College and Royal Sword Academy fared no better. The housewardens were the last to evacuate - only four of them survived. Kalim, Azul, and Idia didn't make it. If only Idia hadn't conducted those experiments... none of this would have happened.
Now Riddle sits alone in a damp, dark alleyway, blood seeping through his makeshift bandages. His group had abandoned him the moment he got bitten, and he couldn't blame them - they just wanted to survive. But so does he. The cold night air bites through his thin clothing as he shivers, the pain in his thigh where he was bitten throbbing constantly like someone had poured rubbing alcohol and salt into an open wound.
His jaw started loosening two weeks ago, the deterioration beginning. With trembling hands, he'd stitched it back into place, crude stitches now visible across his cheeks. He waits either for a human to find him and end it quickly, or for an infected to tear him apart. The sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the empty street, followed by the unmistakable crunch of bone breaking in the distance. Riddle squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for the end.
"H-el—p m-e" he croaks, his jaw shifting painfully with each word. The footsteps stop at the alley entrance, and Riddle forces his eyes open to see who has found him. As the figure steps into the dim light, recognition dawns - teal hair with a dark streak, mismatched eyes, that signature sharp-toothed grin. "F-LOY–D!" Riddle gasps, a mix of pain and relief in his voice despite his worsening condition.
