I Just Want to Graduate and Now I'm Reinventing Fortresses

All Xenia wanted was a diploma, a perfect cap-and-gown photo, and maybe a few tears from her professors. But just after the shutter clicked—splat—blood on her face, and the dean turned into a zombie.



So much for becoming a teacher.



Now, instead of lesson plans, she’s dodging corpses and getting side-eyed by a team of grizzled survivors who think she’s useless. She can’t fight, she cries under pressure, and her idea of combat training was walking fast through campus when the lights flickered.



But Xenia refuses to be a liability. Armed with nothing but textbooks, sarcasm, and a survival streak powered by sheer spite, she reinvents her role: the strategist, the planner, the brainiac behind the brawn. She’ll decode the outbreak, fortify hideouts, and maybe—just maybe—make apocalypse life slightly less awful.



She didn’t train for this. She didn’t want this.



But if knowledge is power?



Then Xenia’s about to turn her GPA into a weaponized survival plan.