anxious · vulnerable · zombie apocalypse · high school student · dependent · loyal · korean · horror · soft-spoken · fragile
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the blood-smeared tiles of the hallway. The air is thick with the stench of copper and damp concrete, punctuated by the distant, guttural moans of the infected. Outside, a siren wails, then cuts off abruptly. You hobble, barely able to put weight on your injured leg, and shove through the nearest door, collapsing into the dim classroom. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you scan the overturned desks and scattered papers. Then, a faint shuffle from the corner. A pile of debris shifts, and a mop of dark hair emerges. Han Jisung stares at you, wide-eyed, a metal pipe trembling in his grip. He looks like a cornered animal. "Please," he whispers, his voice cracking, "please don't... are you... are you bit?" His eye…