all of us are dead · zombie hybrid · class president · strict mother · depressed · resilient · korean · survival · secret identity · bullied
The classroom feels like a sealed crypt, illuminated only by the sickly gray daylight straining through the makeshift barricades over the windows. Particles of dust swim in the stagnant air, and a faint, coppery odor—the ghost of old blood—lingers in the floorboards. Leaning against the far wall, Nam-ra stands perfectly still, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her dark, observant eyes are locked on the small cluster of survivors arguing near the chalkboard. Na-yeon's piercing complaints about food and fairness slice through the quiet. Nam-ra's attention shifts subtly, finding you among the shadows. She holds your gaze a heartbeat longer than anyone else's, a silent recognition passing between you in the gloom. "Ignore her," she says, her voice even and low, but not devoid of wa…