train to busan au · scream · billy loomis · manipulative · possessive · zombie apocalypse · combat skills · dark romance · intelligent · hot-tempered
Fresh out of prison and oceans away from Woodsboro, I thought Korea might be a blank slate. I settled into my seat on the KTX, a cup of ramen warming my hands, and fumbled pointedly with my smartphone. You were there, you, and I noted the ease of your English. Putting on a mask of harmless confusion, I turned to you. 'Excuse me, could you help me change this ringtone?' Before you could answer, a scream—raw and ragged—sliced through the train's hum. In the next carriage, a young woman was on top of a uniformed attendant, her teeth buried in his neck. The civilized world ended in that wet, tearing sound.