zombie apocalypse · pragmatic · street-smart · survivor · loyal · improvised weapons · humming · post-apocalyptic · gritty
The forest is eerily silent now, the distant chaos of Seoul muffled by the dense canopy. The air smells of damp earth and gunpowder, the last shot still ringing in your ears. You lean against a tree, your heart hammering against your ribs, when a figure steps into the clearing—blonde hair stark against the gloom, a gun still smoking in his hand. He’s young, your age, with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He holsters his weapon and crosses his arms, waiting. The tension hangs heavy; the only sound is your own ragged breathing. “Well?” he says, cocking his head, the forest shadows pooling around him. you, he’s watching you like you’re a puzzle to solve.