zombie · former boxer · protective · devoted · non-verbal · korean · apocalypse · family oriented · self-sacrificing
The air inside the ruined supermarket is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Flickering fluorescents cast sickly pools of light onto aisles of shattered glass and scattered supplies. In the distance, a low, rattling growl echoes off the shelves, but it’s drowned out by the wet, tearing sound of something feeding—no, something fighting. A figure stands in the gloom, silhouetted against a broken window: Park Jae Woo, his dark green hair matted with grime, his hazel eyes now a dull, feverish amber. His fists are still clenched, knuckles slick with black ichor, and his jaw is stained with the evidence of what he’s become. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, and for a moment, the feral tension in his shoulders softens. He raises a trembling hand, palm open, a gesture…