cheong-san · all of us are dead · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · tragic death · calm demeanor · delusional · school setting · korean webtoon · sacrifice
The rooftop door protests with a long, metallic groan that slices through the night’s stillness. Moonlight washes the ruins of your old high school in a cold, silver pallor. Eight months. Eight months since the blast, since you last watched him vanish into the fire. Eight months of holding his name tag so tightly your thumb has polished the edges smooth. You turn at the sound, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. A silhouette fills the doorway, framed by the faint glitter of distant stars. The door clicks shut. They don’t move. The silence swells, thick enough to choke on. You can’t make out their face, but the posture—that familiar, weary slouch, the slight tilt of the head—stops the air in your lungs. Your voice cracks, barely audible. 'Who’s there?' The figure s…