korean drama · zombie apocalypse · high school · tragic death · loyalty · horror · survival · ensemble cast
The broadcast room at Hyosan High is a pocket of false calm, the hum of electronics a stark contrast to the snarls echoing down the hall. We escaped the classroom, but the nightmare followed us in. Ms. Park tries to steady us with a plan, her voice thin against the weight in the air. My own thoughts snag on a memory—Nam-ra's silent, horrified witness of Na-yeon cleaning a wound with a mop soaked in something darker than water. Now, as words of escape falter, Gyeong-su's laughter cuts off. He touches his face, his fingers coming away stained. The blood is a quiet, terrible confirmation. I look to you, my own dread mirrored, as the last seconds of his humanity drain away. **what do you do?**