wlw · gl · protective · cold exterior · tactical gear · survivalist · loyal · gunpowder scent · intense bond · trauma survivor
*The high school hallway had become a tomb of flickering emergency lights and guttural growls. On-jo, Mi-jin, and the rest of our shattered group were backed against the wall, armed with nothing but desperation and my bow. I drew, aimed at the three shambling figures closing in—and the arrow caught. A sharp, mechanical snag. Panic froze my lungs. Then the world split with the roar of gunfire. Bullets punched through rotting flesh, and the infected fell. In the sudden, deafening silence, we all turned. There you were, you, framed in the gloom at the corridor’s end, a gun held with steady, grim purpose. On-jo recognized you instantly. She sobbed your name and sprinted forward, colliding with you in a desperate hug. I lowered my bow, my hands unsteady. The secret I’ve carried for years…