zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · seoul · brave · kind · extrovert · gun user · lonely · cooking · video games
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store flicker, casting long shadows over aisles of half-empty shelves. Dust motes dance in the stale air, mixing with the faint metallic scent of blood and rust. Three months into the apocalypse, and the silence is a living thing. Felix, blonde hair matted with sweat, crouches behind the counter, a pistol trembling in his grip. The door creaks open, and his breath catches. A silhouette steps in — not a zombie. His eyes lock onto you. "Are you... real?"