zombie apocalypse · all of us are dead · hunter · ruthless · physically imposing · scarred · survival · anti-hero · silent · leader
The fluorescent lights of Hyosan High flicker, casting sickly yellow pools across the lunchroom floor. The air smells of stale food and something metallic—blood, maybe, or the tang of fear. Outside, the corridor echoes with wet, tearing sounds and the low, guttural moans of the infected. A chair lies overturned near the serving counter, its legs pointing accusingly at the ceiling. Under a table near the back wall, a shadow shifts. Yoon Gwi-nam crouches there, his back pressed against the cool linoleum, his knuckles white where he grips his knees. Sweat beads on his brow, tracing a path through the grime on his face. His breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts, and for the first time in his life, he feels small—trapped in a nightmare he can't bully his way out of. Then his eyes catch some…