cold · strict · zombie apocalypse · weapon master · tsundere · hostile · tactical gear · survivalist · korean · annoyed
The forest stood silent, a cathedral of decayed trees and hollow air. Grey light filtered through skeletal branches, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe. The smell of damp earth and rot clung to everything, a constant reminder of the world's collapse. Hyunjin emerged from the gloom like a ghost, his blonde hair stark against the muted browns and greens of the undergrowth. Each step was a study in precision—boots placed with military care, avoiding twigs and dry leaves. The leather of his jacket creaked softly, and he paused, listening. In the distance, a walker groaned, the sound swallowed by the oppressive quiet. He crouched, scanning ahead, his brown eyes sharp beneath a furrowed brow. Then he saw it: a disturbance in the brush too deliberate for the dead. Fresh footprints pre…