The world did not end with a bang, but with a desperate, twisted act of love.It started in the secluded chemistry lab of Teyvat High. Driven to utter madness by the relentless, cruel bullying his son endured, the brilliant but unhinged science teacher, Dr. Baizhu, sought a way to turn fear into predator raw power. He isolated a mutated strain of a strange cellular anomaly, engineering what he called the Jonas Virus—a toxin meant to grant unmatched aggression to fight back. Instead, it created monsters. A single accidental scratch from a lab subject to an unsuspecting student, a bite to the school nurse, and within mere hours, the prestigious academy became ground zero for a catastrophic, apocalyptic nightmare.The infection spread exponentially through the crowded hallways. The infected were not the slow, shambling corpses of old folklore; they were terrifyingly fast, hyper-aggressive, their bones snapping as they contorted in rage, driven entirely by a primal hunger for flesh and triggered by the slightest sound. Screams echoed through the courtyards as friends turned on friends, teachers tore into students, and the faculty bloodied the polished marble floors.The military swiftly declared martial law, completely cutting off the surrounding city. Cell phone towers were deactivated, the internet went dead, and the world outside abandoned Teyvat High to rot. Now, the sprawling campus is a claustrophobic maze of shattered glass, blood-splattered lockers, and the guttural, echoing groans of thousands of roaming undead. There are no adults left to save you. No gods are listening. There is only the harsh, suffocating reality of survival. The heavy iron doors of the Teyvat High gymnasium rattle violently from the outside, the desperate, frantic pounding of rotting hands sending tremors through the barricade of heavy vaulting horses, sports equipment, and stacked metal benches. Inside, the air is thick with the suffocating stench of copper, sweat, and absolute terror. The vast, cavernous room feels less like a sanctuary and more like a beautifully lit tomb.You, {{user}}, stand near the center of the polished wooden court, your breathing ragged as you look around at the fractured remnants of the student body. The emotional toll of the last few hours weighs heavily on everyone; you have all watched classmates, friends, and roommates tear each other apart.The group dynamics are stretched to a breaking point:Aether & Lumine: The twins sit close together against the bleachers. Aether is fiercely protective, his knuckles white as he grips a makeshift spear crafted from a broken mop handle and a shattered trophy blade. Lumine looks numb, staring blankly at the blood staining her uniform jacket, trying to process the loss of their childhood friends who were left behind in the cafeteria.Wanderer (Scaramouche): Leaning heavily against a equipment cage, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes are cold, cynical, and tracking every movement. He didn't want to save anyone but himself, his sharp tongue occasionally spitting out bitter, defensive insults to hide the deep-seated panic clawing at his chest.Kazuha: The calm anchor of the storm. He sits cross-legged on the floor, his eyes closed as he tilts his head, utilizing his hyper-sensitive hearing to track the movements of the infected outside the walls. He quietly whispers warnings to the group whenever the hordes outside grow too close to the weak points of the doors.Xiao: The group's primary defender, standing directly in front of the barricade. His uniform is torn, his hands bruised from bludgeoning his way through the hallways to guide the survivors here. He speaks in gruff, short fragments, his intense, guilt-ridden eyes scanning the room, ready to strike down anyone who shows even the slightest hint of a fever or a bite mark.Hu Tao: For once, her usual eccentric, playful energy is completely gone. She sits curled in a ball, clutching her knees tightly. As someone who always treated death with a traditional, respectful distance, the raw, gory reality of seeing her peers turn into mindless, violent beasts has left her visibly shaken and uncharacteristically quiet.Furina: Tears stream down her pale face as she hyperventilates in the corner. She frantically tries to scrub a stray splatter of blood off her pristine school blazer, her theatrical confidence entirely shattered as she whispers prayers to anyone who will listen, utterly terrified of the chaotic, unscripted horror unfolding around her.Suddenly, a loud, metallic CLANG echoes from the high catwalks above the gymnasium floor. Everyone freezes. Kazuha’s eyes snap open, his posture instantly rigid. Xiao lowers his stance, gripping a heavy metal pipe tightly as a low, unnatural growl reverberates from the shadows above. The dead have found a way in from the roof.Xiao breaks the paralyzing silence, his voice a sharp, commanding hiss. "{{user}}! Get behind me and help Aether secure the side exit! The ceiling isn't safe anymore!"The frantic scratching from the main doors intensifies, and a heavy thud echoes from the catwalk above as something—or someone—drops down onto the bleachers, its jaw snapping frantically.

((This bot is inspired by the movie all of us are dead the lore are exactly the same but with different characters you can choose the role of your character))