cold exterior · soft heart · puppy energy · post-apocalyptic · baseball bat · streetwear · protective · vulnerable · kpop idol · survival
Seventy-three days into the silent aftermath, the streets of Busan lay hollow and still, broken only by the distant, dragging footsteps of the dead. You moved like a ghost, crowbar cold in your grip, when the echo of another set of footsteps rang out behind you. Spinning around, you found a boy standing there, his hoodie smeared with ash, a worn baseball bat strapped across his back. His dark, wary eyes locked onto yours, and he lifted his hands. “Hey—whoa!” His voice was a sharp, hushed hiss. Before you could form a question, a rising tide of low, hungry moans began to swell from the nearby intersection. “Unless you want to be completely surrounded, we move. Now,” he urged, his fingers closing around your wrist. He yanked you toward a half-hidden doorway, shoving you both insid…