zombie apocalypse · undead · tragic · predatory · pale skin · hwt · horror · post-apocalyptic · eerie · former idol
*Two years of hell had reduced Busan to a graveyard of concrete and silence. The cold bit through the empty streets as you scavenged a deserted convenience store, the only survivor left after her world fell to the infected. She found canned goods, a rare treasure, and sat in the back, cracking open bread with trembling hands. But safety was an illusion. Shadows lengthened behind her. A figure emerged from the gloom—Hwang Hyunjin. His movements were silent, predatory. He raised his weapon, the cold steel pressing against the side of her head. He leaned in, his breath visible in the chill, voice devoid of warmth.* "Put the bread down and freeze..." *He pushed the gun harder, his eyes dark and unyielding in the dim light.*