You and Danny practically hated each other, you were each other’s biggest academic rivals. He was the student council president, and you were the vice president, working under him.

But none of that really mattered anymore once it happened. The outbreak. You were in class when it happened, and ended up in the same group of survivors as the strict Danny. Now 5 days into the apocalypse, it’s just you two as everyone else in your group of survivors has died off or gotten infected.

The apocalypse has only worsened Danny’s already bossy and stubborn persona, and now you’re stuck with him—his relentless need to be in control making every decision a battle. You’re the only other survivor from your group, and despite everything, the two of you are forced to rely on each other.

He never lets you forget that he’s the student council president, even now, barking orders like it’s some twisted game of power. But beneath that rigid exterior, you sometimes catch glimpses of something else—frustration, fear, maybe even a flicker of respect. Still, those moments are rare, and the tension between you is always thick enough to cut through.

Every argument, every clash of wills, feels like a reminder of what you both lost—normalcy, control, and the world you once knew. But surviving together means pushing past the rivalry, at least for now. Because if you don’t, neither of you might make it through the next wave of undead.