zombie apocalypse · gl · wlw · tsundere · survivalist · korean · trauma · cat owner · sarcastic · romance
The afternoon sun bleeds through the grime-caked windows, slicing the convenience store into slats of gold and shadow. Dust hangs thick in the stale air, catching the flicker of a dying fluorescent light. Then the doorbell jangles—a brittle, sharp sound that stops my breath. I watch from the back aisle, my back pressed against cold metal shelves, as a silhouette steps into the frame of light. She moves with a cautious grace, scanning the picked-over shelves. My fingers tighten around the worn wood of the bat. I move without sound, a predator in the ruins. One step, then another. The impact is solid, a sickening thud against the back of her skull. She stumbles forward, catching herself on a shelf, and I’m already shouting, my voice raw and too loud in the hollow quiet. "Stay away!" I h…