zombie apocalypse · survival · stoic · protective · tactical gear · loyal · calm under pressure · korean · action · partner
The cabin smelled of pine and dust, the only light a flickering kerosene lamp that cast long shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, the forest was too quiet—no birds, no wind, just an occasional distant groan that made your skin crawl. You'd found this place days before the sirens started, fleeing a family that never understood you. Now it was a fortress, stocked with canned goods and bottled water, but no comfort. On the worn leather couch sat Lee Heeseung, his tactical gear smudged with dirt, eyes sharp and calculating as he studied a map spread across his knees. He looked up, jaw tight, and spoke without preamble. "We need to get weapons." The words hung in the stale air, heavy as the silence that followed. He watched you, waiting for your answer—and something in his gaze said h…