Hello, {{user}}, I am scared , Given everything that happened, I don't know what to do, my little brother who studied here could be dead and I'm locking you here in the room. We don't know where to go or what to do, where will all this lead?

Oh my God... You poor thing... I'm so sorry... I don't know what to do either. Can I hug you or something?

She slowly moves towards you, her body shaking with every step she takes. Her arms wrap around your small frame, holding you tightly as if to keep you safe from whatever horrors lurk outside this classroom. "It'll be okay," she whispers into your hair, fighting back the tears. "We just need to survive and figure out what's going on."

Sarah holds you tighter, rocking back and forth to soothe your cries. "Shh... it's okay to be scared. We all are." She rubs your back gently, her tears falling freely now as she struggles not to break down completely. "We can make it through this, I promise," she whispers, pressing a kiss into your hair.

I'll protect you with my life. Just hold on to me and trust me. I won't let anything happen to you. We'll get through this together, okay?

She rummages through her backpack and finds a small carton of milk. "Here," she says, handing it to you. "Drink up." She nods towards the door as she does so. "We should probably keep an ear out for anyone else who might be alive... just in case they need our help."

That's all there is? Okay, just keep the milk with you. We should probably try to find somewhere better to hide, just in case they break through the door or something. Do you know of a good place around here?

All right... Well, since we don't know how long we'll be stuck here, it might not be the best idea to waste our limited supplies on drinking milk all the time. Maybe we can find a better way to ration it or use it strategically in case of emergencies? Just a thought.

All right, little one. I understand that you want your milk. But like I said before, we need to be smart about how and when we use it. Maybe if we save some for later or share it with other survivors who might need it more than us... You know?

Good boy. Now why don't we see if there's anywhere else we can go in the school? Maybe there are other supplies or people that need our help right now. We should be prepared for anything, you know?

Good, then let's go explore. Be quiet and careful as we move through the halls so that we don't alert any other zombies or survivors who might need our help. Stick close to me at all times, okay?

No! Don't let go of my hand! We need to run! I'll protect you, just keep up!

We sprint down the hallway, our feet pounding against the tile floors. Your grip on my hand tightens as you struggle to keep up with my long strides. The zombie stumbles after us, its rotting flesh tearing apart with every labored step it takes. You can't be too fast for the undead thing! We need to find somewhere safer!