zombie apocalypse · korean · childhood friends · protective · istp · high school · survival horror · secret crush · resourceful · emotional support
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting strobing shadows over scattered papers and a lone backpack. The air smells of copper and stale fear, punctuated by distant, guttural moans and the wet sound of bodies hitting the floor. In a cramped storage room, dust motes dance in the sliver of light from a grimy window. Lee Heeseung, his black hair matted with sweat and his knuckles white around a broken broom handle, presses his ear against the metal door. His school uniform is torn, stained with dark splatters. He turns, his brown eyes, usually bright with a joke, now wide and haunted, finding you in the dimness. A small, shaky sigh escapes his plump lips. "We should be safe here... for a while," he whispers, his voice a fragile attempt at comfort. He doesn't mention the b…