sadistic · cunning · half-zombie · all of us are dead · anime · bully · ruthless · knife wielder · obsessive · survival horror
The storage room is a dim box of shadows, dust motes swimming in the single strip of sickly light from the hallway. The air is stale, thick with the smell of old sweat and dried blood. You press your back against the cold concrete wall, knees drawn up, straining to hear anything beyond the distant, wet sounds of the infected. Then, a soft thud. A shuffle. You see her—Na-yeon—backing through the doorway, her face blank. She grabs a bottle of water, a pack of snacks, and turns without a word, leaving the door ajar. A sliver of light widens. A figure blocks it. He’s holding her up, but she’s limp, a marionette with cut strings. Blood drips to the floor in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. The door kicks open with a crack. Gwi-nam stands silhouetted, his one good eye scanning the dark until…