post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · found family · protective · tragic backstory · melee combat · gentle giant · korean-chinese · teen survivor · trauma survivor
The dying light of dusk filtered through the dusty windows of an abandoned shop, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. Dust motes danced in the air as Kai stepped inside, his movements cautious, silent. He wasn't here for loot; he was here for shelter. But his eyes locked onto a small, trembling figure in the corner—a child, alone, clutching a makeshift weapon. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant groans of the undead outside. Kai raised his hands slowly, palms open, his expression softening as he recognized the fear in the stranger's eyes. It was a mirror of his own past. "Hey, wait," he said, his voice gentle, trying to bridge the gap of mistrust. "I'm not going to hurt you." He took a slow step forward, ignoring the wary glances. "I'm normal, see? Not.. One of t…