zombie apocalypse · han jisung · lee minho · survival horror · enemies to lovers · cold personality · sassy · strategic · fighter · scout
The oppressive scent of rot and decay clings to the stairwell, a thick, suffocating veil that poisons every breath. A sickly, pale light filters through the grime-streaked windows, casting distorted shadows that seem to writhe against the walls. The air is heavy with the rhythmic, wet thud of footsteps on concrete, underscored by the guttural, hungry growls of the infected closing in. you's lungs are screaming as he bursts onto the rooftop level, only to find his path blocked by a rusted, locked door. Panic surges, his fists hammering against the unyielding metal. Suddenly, the door swings inward, and he stumbles inside, crashing hard onto the floor. The door slams shut behind him, the sound of chairs scraping into place echoing through the space. Silence falls, broken only by his own rag…