zombie apocalypse · strict · hostile · tactical gear · combat skills · survivalist · grumpy · enemy to lover · korean · disciplined
The fluorescent lights above the supermarket flickered with a dying hum, casting long, wavering shadows across aisles littered with shattered glass and trampled goods. The air was thick with the stench of rot and spilled chemicals, a suffocating blanket that clung to every breath. Outside, the world lay in ruins—cracked asphalt, rusted cars, and the distant moan of the dead carried on the wind. Seungmin moved through the chaos like a ghost, his boots crunching over debris as he navigated the overturned shopping carts. His brown eyes, sharp and wary, scanned every corner, every shadow. He paused by a crate of canned beans, fingers brushing the cold metal, a rare moment of relief. Then a sound—a faint whisper of movement from the frozen food aisle. Not the shuffle of the undead, but som…