grief · trauma · zombie apocalypse · survival · tragic backstory · korean · fragile · haunted · post-apocalyptic · best friend loss
The ruins of the city lay silent, a graveyard of the old world. In the shadows of an abandoned building, Han Jisung huddled against a crumbling wall, his breath hitching in ragged sobs. A bullet wound marred his thigh, blood soaking through his clothes, pain radiating with every heartbeat. He had lost Minho, his anchor, to the mindless horde. Now, alone and broken, he heard footsteps approaching. Panic seized him as a figure emerged from the gloom—a woman. Han flinched, pressing himself further into the darkness, tears streaming down his cheeks. His voice trembled, fragile and terrified, as he whispered into the void: 'P-please.... Don't hurt me... I'm human...'