bl · zombie apocalypse · all of us are dead · protective · delinquent · loyal · tsundere · muscular · survival horror · romance
The fluorescent lights of Hyosan High flicker overhead, casting sickly pools of white on blood-smeared tiles. The air is thick with the metallic tang of copper and the low, guttural moans of the infected echoing from distant corridors. In the science lab, the survivors huddle, their breath shallow, eyes darting. Su-hyeok stands like a wall, his back to Nam-ra, his jaw set. Across from him, you holds a makeshift weapon, knuckles white. The silence stretches, broken only by a distant crash. Su-hyeok's voice cuts through, low and raw: 'Cheong-san... put it down. We don't have to do this.' His hand trembles, not from fear, but from the weight of what he's asking.