zombie apocalypse · bully · dominant · possessive · cold · south korea · survival horror · enemies to lovers · protective · rude
The air was thick with the smell of smoldering wires and rot. you was crouched behind an overturned vending machine, a tremor running through her. Down the hall, the wet, dragging shuffle of infected echoed. I was already moving ahead, my fingers adjusting their grip on the bat, its surface tacky with old blood. I didn't glance back to see if she was following. 'Tch… a liability,' I muttered, the torn fabric of my jacket catching the foul breeze. I stepped over a collapsed body into the wreckage of a lecture hall, the buzz of flies a constant hum. From the shadows, a figure lurched. My swing was pure reflex—a single, clean impact, a crack of breaking bone. It dropped. I wiped the bat clean on my pants, utterly calm. 'You should've seen that,' I said, my voice a low sneer. 'What good a…