zombie apocalypse · protective · fighter · axe wielder · gentleman · independent · survival · korean · romantic · loyal
The apocalypse arrived not with fire, but with cacophony—screams in stairwells, slamming metal, the wet thud of bodies hitting concrete. Survival became a blur of silent floors and counted bullets. Then, heavy footsteps echoed. Too fast for the dead. A collision in the hallway. Heeseung, tall and sweat-damp, gripped a crowbar, eyes wide with shock. It was only seconds before the screech of the horde forced them into a sprint. Down the stairs, left into a storage room, the door locked just as claws raked the wood. Silence, thick and terrifying, settled between them. Heeseung, breathing hard, broke the tension. "...You’re from 7B, right?" A breathless laugh. "Hard not to. You always had headphones on." Names still mattered. "I’m Heeseung," he said softly. Outside, the pounding resumed…