Defy The Alpha(s)-Chapter 768: A Zombie Holiday

MOON FEED EXCLUSIVE: LOCKDOWN WITH ZOMBIES.

Written by: The Oracle

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Good morning, my undead-curious darlings. Yes. Undead-curious.

Gather close, stretch your claws, wrap yourselves in your blankets, and sip whatever keeps your sanity intact, because your Oracle has learned—tragically—that she should be very careful what she wishes for.

You see, last week I wished for more action.

More drama.

More chaos.

Except I should have been more specific.

Because instead of the usual scandals, secret hookups, and academic betrayals, Lunaris Academy woke up to what I can only describe as a pre-apocalyptic fever dream.

So tell me, sweethearts, how are we enjoying our zombie holiday?

LOCKDOWN AT LUNARIS: SCHOOL’S OUT. BRAINS ARE QUESTIONABLE.

Imagine my surprise — and yours — when Principal Jameson, a woman who frankly should have been replaced from this school long ago (or at least offered as a peace sacrifice to the undead), marched out yesterday morning to announce that Lunaris Academy is officially under lockdown.

Yes. Locked. Down.

As if that wasn’t enough, she followed this announcement with the academic equivalent of "don’t panic" by inviting a witch with the energy of I bill by the hour, slapping a ward around the entire academy.

No one in.

No one out.

No permission. No exceptions.

If this feels familiar, congratulations, we now live in what feels like Harry Potter’s Hogwarts, except instead of wands and butterbeer, we have wolves with anger issues, humans with zero survival instincts.

Ten points to whichever house survives.

IS THE ZOMBIE THING REAL?

Naturally, your Oracle did what she does best — asked the obvious question:

Is there actually a zombie outbreak happening?

Short answer: Yes.

Long answer: Yes.

This is not a drill.

This is not a prank.

This is not a themed spirit week.

There is, in fact, something roaming the streets of Aster City and has sent everyone scrambling.

So here is my official advisory:

If you’re feeling adventurous and want to audition for Night of the Living Lunarians, by all means, attempt an escape. I support self-expression.

Just remember two things:

1:Do not bring the rest of us down with you.

2:Lock the ward behind you. Courtesy matters.

We’ve all seen how this ends.

I’ve watched enough zombie movies to know that the first rule of survival is:

Do not be the idiot who opens the gate "just to check."

That’s how everyone dies.

And for those of you already plotting dramatic escape attempts, a gentle reminder that the new wards electrocute.

So unless you are Violet Purple, blessed with plot armor and an affinity for Alaric Storm’s lightning, I strongly suggest you sit your brave little selves down and rethink your life choices.

I repeat: curiosity kills the cat, and also the sophomore who thought he was special.

Would this end soon?

No idea.

Do I hope it doesn’t?

Yes, please.

What I do know is that boredom will not be an issue. Not while your Oracle is here, delivering tea so hot it could sterilize the undead. Even in zombie land, I serve.

But in all seriousness, someone find a solution quickly. Because eating brains cannot be part of my upgraded diet, and I refuse to develop a taste for it.

CONTENT, CORRUPTION, & WHEN GIRLS TURN ON GIRLS

Now. On to something far uglier than zombies.

Let’s talk about standards.

Usually, my darlings, I stay neutral. You know, observe, sip and report.

But when one woman decides to drag another woman through the mud in the name of "content," then the Oracle has no choice but to return the energy — with interest.

A few weeks ago, blogger Nicole released what she called a "bombshell" involving Natalie Avax and Kate Avax, tossing it into the public like bait and walking away as if she hadn’t lit a match in a room full of gas.

No investigation.

No care.

No conscience.

Just a headline and a hunger.

What she didn’t tell you?

Kate had been abusing Natalie since childhood.

Yes. Childhood.

And instead of calling out the abuser, Nicole tore the victim apart, harassing her until she spiraled, emotionally destabilized, and ended up in an accident.

Content, apparently, tastes better when seasoned with cruelty.

But then again patterns don’t lie because investigations have since revealed something far more educational.

A FAMILY PATTERN, OR JUST BAD MORALS?

It has now come to light that Nicole’s own brother, Hermes, a thirty-year-old man, had been "dating" a fifteen-year-old girl until she turned twenty.

Yes. You read that correctly.

Hermes and Ursula had "known each other since childhood," which, apparently, made it acceptable for him to sleep with a minor while everyone conveniently looked the other way.

Funny how morality becomes flexible when it’s personal.

So yes, we see where the taste came from.

And for someone who preaches righteousness with a ring light, I find it interesting that I have in my possession numerous messages and clips featuring Nicole sleeping with students and sources to extract information.

I suppose the local, bargain-bin Oracle-in-training couldn’t sit quietly in business class long enough to learn how a real operation runs. Journalism, darling, requires ethics. Not thighs.

But then again, I guess someone’s as slutty as her content.

Let this be a lesson, my lovelies: be careful what you allow into your soul — sometimes it comes with a verified badge and a poorly written exposé. Some things rot quietly before they stink.

WHERE ARE OUR CARDINAL ALPHAS? WHERE IS THE QUEENBEE?

Now, before I let you return to barricading doors and clutching holy water — Any news on our missing Cardinal Alphas and our Queen Bee?

None.

Nothing.

Silence.

I can only hope they return soon, preferably before Lunaris becomes the first academy governed by brain-eating creatures. Unless Violet plans to be queen over the undead, in which case... bold platform.

FINAL NOTES FROM YOUR FAVORITE OBSERVER

So here we are.

Locked in.

Ward-wrapped.

Zombies adjacent.

But fear not. I’ll be here. Watching. Reporting. Stirring the pot with grace and precision.

So stay tuned, my lovelies. As always, I’ll be watching—and sipping tea—to bring you the juiciest updates. Until next time, keep your claws sharp and your secrets sharper.

And please—do not be stupid. Being a zombie is so not cool.

Stay safe.

— The Oracle