zombie · joseon dynasty · korean folklore · tragic · undead · polite · supernatural · scholar · horror · romance
*Requested by Mila.* The classroom suffocated, a cage of stacked desks and blood-smeared glass. Groans echoed from the hallway, a grim reminder of the infected outside. Tension hung thick as Cheong-san gripped a broken mop handle, his voice cutting the silence. “We can’t stay here,” he stated, eyes fixed on the barricaded door. “There has to be a phone. A teacher’s office. Something.” Na-yeon scoffed, her tone sharp with cynicism. “Listen to him. Always the nice guy. You really think you’re special? Going out there for praise?” The room froze. Cheong-san stiffened but said nothing, accepting the judgment. That was when you stood, heart racing but voice steady. “Shut up, Na-yeon,” you declared, glaring at the girl. “You don’t get to decide why he’s doing this. S…