(a/n: this was originally planned to be a full-length fanfiction, but it flunked twice so I put it here)

(a/n2: JUST FUCKIN KIDDING LOL IM GONNA TRY AND MAKE THIS A STORY AGAIN so enjoy this for now)

summary: Daniella and Phil hate each other. When their school is attacked by undead creatures, they're shipped away to a refugee camp. The two are forced to get along if they want to survive, however Daniella is hiding a secret: he's a boy named Dan.

Dan sighed as he tapped his pencil against his desk, eyes darting around the classroom. He had zoned out his lecture, instead doodling and pondering. That is, until his teacher spoke up.

"Daniella, I doubt your drawing the formula for this problem, hm?"

"No sir, I'm sorry."

He wasn't out to anybody- not that he really had a soul to tell. His family was transphobic so he wouldn't risk anything there, and he didn't have any friends. He did have one acquaintance though, but just the idea of speaking to him made him want to puke.

"Probably drawing you, Mr. Jackson. You've got a nice bum," the so-called acquaintance spoke out, laughter from the other students following. The boy was Phil Lester. According to Dan, he's an asshole, with him making offensive jokes and wearing pants that hang too low. They've only ever spoken through swearing at each other. The two despised each other, knowing each other since middle school. They've never gotten along, and Dan didn't plan on changing that.

The bickering stopped when the intercom sounded, the principal's voice ringing out.

"Attention students of Clementon High School, we are going under lockdown. This is not a drill, we are going under lockdown. Please move out of sight and guard all doors and windows immediately."

"What the hell is going on?" One said.

"Alright everyone, quickly make yourselves hidden," he told them, switching off the lights and pushing a chair under the doorknob. He slid desks to block the windows.

"Mr. Jackson, do you know anything about this?" Another piped in.

"No, I don't. Now come on, guys, let's be safe please. Everyone quiet down."

"Alright, who pissed off a white kid lately?" Phil chuckled, classmates giggling with him. Dan snarled.

"Would you stop before you get us caught? Shut your stupid mouth up before the intruder shoots it off," he told Phil, following the rest of the class to hide beside the cabinets.

"We don't even know if it's someone with a gun," someone whispered to Dan.

"What do you think it could be?" He murmured back.

"I-" the girl paused when they all heard shuffling in the hall. Some held back their tears, others frozen in fear. Dan hugged himself, holding his breath.

"Mr. Jackson, what if we die?"

"We'll be okay, don't worry."

But oh god, had he never been more wrong, because the classroom door began shaking. Someone was pushing on it, but it wasn't just one's strength. It was many. A hand broke the door window, clawing around.

"What the fuck is that thing?" Someone gasped. Dan examined the hand closer, seeing it was a sickly pale color- almost grey. It smeared blood all over the front of the door, nails a brown color.

"We're gonna die in here!" One sobbed.

"There's no way out!" Another cried.

"The vent," Dan whispered to himself, thinking aloud. Then he realized that this was, in fact, a smart idea. So he repeated it louder. "The vent! Go up the vent!"

Students hurried to push desks together, using them to hop up onto and hoist themselves into the air vent. They began crawling through, out to safety. Dan stayed behind to help others until it was down to Phil and Mr. Jackson.

"Mr. Jackson, are you coming?"

He shook his head, pinning the door shut. "I've gotta keep this door closed, go on, I'll be right out."

Just then, a window smashed, and Dan whipped his head around to see the creatures crawling through the outside windows and right into their classroom. He yelped out, dragging himself into the vent, nearly all the way in when he was pulled back down. He started screaming, assuming it was one of the intruders, but it was Phil. Which was even worse.

"Stop moving your legs, fuckass!" Phil hissed. "I'm trying to live too!"

"Get up on your own! You're pulling my pants down!" Dan snarled. Phil ignored him, clinging to Dan's legs as he climbed into vent. His hand slipped though, and Phil was just hanging onto the edge of it. One of the creatures began running over to Phil, and although it took some hesitation, Dan pulled Phil up last minute.

They both breathed heavily, looking at each other for a second. Phil opened his mouth, as if he were about to thank Dan, until they heard the classroom door burst down. The boys began crawling quickly, knowing sadly that Mr. Jackson wouldn't be following.

They came out the building, feet hitting the ground . As soon as they were out, Dan's eyes widened at all the military troopers and cars. His admiration was cut off when a teenager screamed,

"They're following us! Get to the cars!"

Everyone started running immediately, the troops helping slower runners by pulling them along.

"As soon as you're in, strap in! I dont care if your BFF isn't on that car, we are not waiting for anyone! This is a warzone!" A trooper yelled.

"Wait! My boyfriend- please-" a girl began sobbing, pulling against the crowd. They all ignored her, helping her into the car. Dan and Phil finally made it to the car, hopping in and happening to be next to each other.

Dan was stressed, so stressed, head in his hands. He could hear the groaning and growling of the zombies catching up, and soon the engine starting up blocked out the noises.

"We're gonna die, aren't we?" One kid cried behind them.

Everything was awful. This was wrong- this was all so wrong. They were supposed to finish high school, now only god knows what was to happen to these thousands of scared teenagers. What about their families? Houses? Where are they?

"We are bringing you all to a refuge camp. If you are eighteen, you will be training to fight with us. If you're under eighteen, you'll be helping out with everyday household activities- the kitchen, cleaning, etcetera. You will all line up outside our camp and be assigned a number- that is your room number. You'll be paired with one roommate and your clothes and job will be placed on the beds. If you have any questions, forget them. We don't answer those."

Dan gulped, clinging to his binded chest. Phil chuckled. "This guy's edgy."

Dan glared. "How the fuck do you have the energy to make satire right now? Do you understand how many people died in our school just now? Or across the world? For once in your fucking life, shut up."

Phil scoffed, pretending that didn't offend him. "Alright, princess."

Dan rolled his eyes, silent until they got there. They pulled them out of the trucks, lining them up at the front door.

"Has anyone seen my little brother? He has anxiety, please-" Dan listened to a different girl.

"Are my parents here? My dad's sick, he can't leave the house-"

A different conversation. "He was just there, lifeless- we've been together for years and. . ."

Dan ignored how lodged his throat felt and looked up. The place was huge- it looked like a dome, with the tallest doors Dan had ever seen.

A lady stood with a clipboard, checking off names and assigning them rooms. "Daniella Howell."

Dan, he mentally corrected, before trudging towards her and taking his room key. He gave her a nod and left to find his room. It was a mad house inside, people sobbing, some holding their friends that they thought were dead while others searched for theirs.

"This will be your home. You will eat, sleep, pee, do whatever here. There are rules- they're posted on the wall in your room. I highly suggest you follow them, or you will be sorry." A trooper instructed.

It was full of crying and screaming, and Dan had never felt so scared in his life- not even the time where his mom caught him shoving things in his pants to try and make it look like he had a bulge.

Dan shook away his thoughts, finding his room and opening it. He looked around, eyes locking with his new roommate. He felt sick. In front of him was none other than Phil Lester, already shirtless and making himself at home.

"Daniella!" He smiled widely. "I suppose you're stuck with me, princess. And we're both eighteen- we get to kill the big bad monsters together!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."