Miki stood up, dropping her book. “They’re at the inner gate. If they get through the library, we’re cut off from the garden.”
“Yeah, Yuki,” Kurumi said, forced a smile as she wiped a smudge of dried blood from the blade of her shovel. “It’s a real party.” Gakkou Gurashi!
Under the setting sun, while the world ended below them, the School Living Club danced on the roof—clinging to the beautiful lie until the music ran out. Miki stood up, dropping her book
“One dance,” Kurumi muttered, stepping into the rhythm. “Then we clear the stairs.” “It’s a real party
“Wait! I forgot the music!” Yuki ran to the battery-powered radio and cranked the volume. A bubbly pop song blasted across the rooftop, drowning out the sound of the monsters at the door.
The school rooftop was the only place where the world still felt quiet.
“The festival is going to be perfect!” Yuki chirped, pointing to a string of handmade paper cranes fluttering in the breeze. “We have snacks, music, and the best view in the city.”