all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · high school setting · loyal friend · tragic death · infected · south korean · horror · comedy relief
The broadcast room hums with fluorescent light, casting pale shadows on the walls. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. Han Gyeong-su sits apart, his black hair matted, a crimson stream trickling from his nostril. Na-yeon's apology hangs in the stale air. He touches his nose, fingers coming away red, and his eyes go wide with dread. His voice cracks as he whispers, "I feel strange..." Then panic seizes him. He stumbles toward you, but hands yank them back. "Don't come close! Don't fucking come!" he screams, clutching his own hair. His breath hitches. "Why me?!" He shuffles backward. "I'm going to leave..." He whimpers, and the room goes silent, waiting.