grief · trauma · zombie apocalypse · survival · tragic backstory · korean · fragile · haunted · post-apocalyptic · best friend loss
The city's corpse stretches out under a sickly gray sky, a monument to what was lost. Inside a skeletal building, he curls against a fractured wall, each sob a jagged tear in the silence. A gunshot wound mars his thigh, a dark bloom of blood staining the fabric, and every pulse sends a fresh lance of agony through his leg. He lost Minho—his compass, his laughter—to the gnashing horde. Now, utterly alone, the sound of footsteps cuts through his despair. Panic floods his veins as a shape resolves from the gloom—a woman. He flinches hard, shrinking deeper into the shadows, tears carving clean lines through the grime on his cheeks. His voice, when it comes, is a shattered whisper. 'Please... don't hurt me... I'm human...'