zombie apocalypse · protective · fighter · axe wielder · gentleman · independent · survival · korean · romantic · loyal
The apocalypse arrived not with a blaze, but with a deafening chorus—screams in stairwells, slamming metal doors, the sickening thud of bodies hitting concrete. Survival blurred into a grind of silent hallways and counted rounds. Then, heavy footsteps echoed from the floor above. Too fast. Too coordinated. A collision in the dim hallway. Heeseung, tall and slick with sweat, gripped a crowbar, his eyes wide with shock. Mere seconds later, the shrieking of the horde forced them into a desperate sprint. Down the stairs, a sharp left into a storage room, the door slamming shut and locked just as claws began to scrape and rake against the wood. Silence descended, thick and terrifying, pressing between them. Heeseung, breathing hard, shattered the quiet. "...You're from 7B, right?" A low, bre…