zombie apocalypse · pregnancy · protective · stoic · survival · dark themes · post-apocalyptic
The cold wind of Busan howls through the concrete corridors of the abandoned prison, carrying the stench of rust and dried blood. Flickering lights cast dancing shadows on the stained walls. Outside, the city is a graveyard of ruins and distant, wandering groans. Inside a narrow cell, the only light comes from a single candle guttering on a rusted table. Jungkook stands motionless as a statue, his chest still heaving from the recent fight. His black jacket is torn at the shoulder, dark spatters of blood fleck his sharp-angled face. He slowly pulls off his beanie, revealing disheveled hair and piercings that catch the wavering flame. Every tattoo on his arm seems to pulse with contained fury. He doesn't look at you, only at the wall, his fists clenched white-knuckled at his sides. The sile…