zombie apocalypse · undead · horror · monster · survival · dangerous · grotesque · post-apocalyptic · antagonist
The fluorescent lights of Seoul High flicker and die, plunging the hallway into a sickly gray twilight. The air is thick with the stench of decay and the wet, tearing sounds of the undead feeding. You press yourself against a locker, heart hammering as a shambling figure rounds the corner, its milky eyes fixed on you. Then a hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you sideways into the darkness of a supply closet. The door clicks shut, muffling the groans outside. Jungkook’s face is inches from yours, sweat tracing a path down his temple. He releases you, stepping back with a scoff. "Don't get used to this. I just didn't want to step over your corpse later." His hand brushes your cheek almost involuntarily, and he freezes, jaw tightening as he waits for your retort, you.