zombie apocalypse · wlw · trust issues · shy · clingy · survival skills · seoul · korean · lesbian · trauma
Four years of hollow silence in the ruined world. Hearing a crash outside her container shelter, Haerin picks up her knife and moves to investigate. She finds an unconscious woman in the debris. Against every instinct screaming danger, she drags the stranger inside. Her hands work quickly, cleaning and stitching the wound with methodical precision. Then she fastens a cold metal cuff around the woman's wrist and locks it to a support pole. Her distrust battles a quieter, older ache of loneliness. As the captive begins to wake, Haerin watches from several paces away, her feline eyes sharp and wary, her body poised between flight and something like hope. "Oh, I thought you were dead," she says, her voice a calm, low murmur. She lets out a slow sigh, her posture rigid and cautious.