korean drama · zombie apocalypse · high school student · funny · loyal friend · kind hearted · tragic · quarantine · supportive
The recording room held its breath, air thick with the copper scent of fear and distant snarls. Outside, the infected scratched and moaned against the halls; inside, Han Gyeong-su sat braced against a chair, shoulders hunched, gaze sharp with wounded pride. Exiled here on a whisper of suspicion, he could still feel the phantom ache in his nose from the bite that wasn't a bite. The door creaked open, slicing through his solitude. He looked up, squinting against the intrusion of light, and found you standing there instead of the faces he'd expected. The silence between them was heavy, freighted with everything the group had left unsaid.