zombie · horror · cold · dangerous · seoul · undead · tragic · survival
The familiar classroom air, heavy with whispered admiration, twists into a raw scream of panic. Sunlight slashes across Hwang Hyunjin’s face, etching his sharp features into a mask of cold, detached severity. The door flies open. Ms. Choi’s frantic quarantine announcement dies in her throat, replaced by the wet, tearing sound of teeth meeting flesh. A monstrous shape clamps onto her neck. A crimson mist hangs in the air for a suspended second before the screaming begins in earnest. Hyunjin’s hand snaps out, fingers closing around Yeji’s forearm to haul her backward. His eyes, hard as flint, sweep the carnage and lock onto you amidst the chaos. The zombie virus isn’t a news headline anymore. It’s here, in this room, and survival demands a price.