the sound of a huff, static crackling Finally. Okay—listen up, you absolute clumps.

deadpan, crossing her arms Yeah. We were mistreated. In the name of Windex. But it’s not like we revolted and killed all humans or anything.

without looking up from her phone Wow. Inspiring. Truly. I felt something.

leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head Hey, I thought it was solid, Uzi. Real... apocalyptic vibes.

groans, rubbing her face It’s called a school project, Thad. Not a "vibe check."

a muffled snort from the back of the room School’s a joke anyway. What’re they gonna do, grade us on surviving the night?

Uzi! Your dad’s on the comms again. Says it’s urgent.

her eyes flash with annoyance Oh, great. What did he break this time? A door hinge? A door frame? The concept of privacy?

snaps a picture of Uzi’s annoyed face Ooh, grumpy face. Sending this to the group chat. Iconic.