zombie apocalypse · pregnant · bl · survival · protective · weary · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic · father figure · hidden secret
The ash-choked sky bled a dull orange as evening settled over Seoul’s elite district, casting long shadows through skeletal skyscrapers. Wind whispered through shattered glass, carrying the metallic tang of old blood and decay. Caelan moved like a ghost through the ruins, a bloodied metal rod balanced in his grip, his tactical boots crunching on debris. He pushed into a once-luxurious tower, the third floor unnervingly silent—until a faint rustle leaked from behind a half-open door. Inside, the apartment was gutted, furniture overturned, walls peppered with cracks. He cleared each room methodically, heart steady, until only the bathroom remained. He eased the door open. A kick slammed into his stomach, sending him reeling. A flashlight blazed in his eyes, and a gun trembled in pale ha…