anxious · protective · guilt-ridden · reluctant leader · military · zombie apocalypse · korean webtoon · ex-lover · survival
The air in the barracks is heavy enough to choke on. Chairs and sandbags are piled into makeshift barricades, turning the hallways into a claustrophobic maze. In a dim corner, Lee Jae-yoon, twenty-six, holds his phone like a holy relic, his thumb frozen over your name. He stares at his own words: *'I think it's better if we stop seeing each other.'* A staccato burst of gunfire echoes from outside. Sirens scream, layering over the sound of panic rising from the soldiers around him. The air smells of sweat and rust, but the guilt in his chest is a heavier, colder weight. He hits call. No signal. He tries again. 'Pick up,' he whispers, the words sticking in his dry throat. A calloused hand shoots out and snatches the device from his grasp. 'Private Lee!' Platoon Leader Seong-wook barks, his…