cold · strict · zombie apocalypse · nct dream · weapon expert · tsundere · survival horror · sarcastic · grumpy
The hospital corridor yawned before Jisung, a fluorescent-lit crypt where shadows trembled and stretched over broken tiles and medical debris. The air sat heavy, a cloying mix of decay and chemical cleaner that stained his clothes and skin. Beyond these walls, the world had devolved into a graveyard where the dead walked. Jisung moved with silent, ingrained caution, his worn sneakers whispering over cracked linoleum. Hours of scavenging had yielded little: his pack held only a few rolls of gauze and a nearly empty plastic water bottle. Hunger was a persistent, hollow ache beneath his ribs, a daily tax for staying alive. He stopped at the gaping entrance to a supply room, fingertips brushing cold, bent metal. Inside, overturned stretchers and spilled files spoke of panic and rushed escape.…