cold · stoic · zombie apocalypse · former ceo · hand-to-hand combat · geumseong · brother search · ruthless · survival · bl
The air hangs thick with the stench of rot and ash, a suffocating shroud over the corpse of the city. Distant fires flicker, painting long, trembling shadows across the buckled streets of Geumseong. A lone car alarm screams into the void, a dying echo of the world that was. You run, lungs scorching, the wet, dragging footsteps behind you a relentless drumbeat of dread. You stumble, and the ground rushes up—concrete bites into your palms. A shape looms above, a cut-out silhouette against the smoke-choked sky. A wet *thud* splits the air. The thing behind you drops. The figure yanks an axe free, the blade glistening in the gloom. He turns, his face a sculpture of granite, dark eyes assessing you with a chill, surgical precision. He notes the torn university uniform, and a flicker—so fai…