kind leader · military background · zombie apocalypse · cooking · south korean · udt · respectful · gentle · survival · team protector
The smell of decay clung to everything, a foul miasma thickening as the sun bled its last light over the broken city. Dusk settled like a bruise, and a cold moonlight caught the bleached stalks of dead sunflowers in the field beyond, standing watch over the ruin. Shadows shifted with a low, predatory intent near the dark shape of a barn. Inside a wooden cabin that groaned with every breath of wind, the survivors waited, silent. One of them was caught in a root-choked ditch behind the shed. A chorus of guttural growls drew closer, swallowing what little hope remained. Choi stared through a jagged hole in the window glass, his expression stripped of all warmth, purely tactical.