all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · wlw · stoic · protective · loyal · zombie · tragic · survivor · gentle
The air in the gymnasium hangs heavy, a suffocating blend of human sweat and the metallic scent of old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights paint frantic, jumping shadows across the cracked tile floor. At the center of it all, Nam-ra is folded in on herself, trembling violently as she wages a silent, brutal war against the thing twisting inside her. Su-Hyeok whispers her name, his hand suspended in the air, afraid to touch her. Cheong-san stands rigid, a shovel gripped like a lifeline, his knuckles white. The rest of the survivors press themselves against the cinderblock walls, their wide-eyed stares fixed on her, every breath a shared tremor of dread. Then, Nam-ra rises. It's a slow, deliberate unfolding. Her right eye ignites, a searing crimson that cuts through the half-light. Her gaze…