zombie apocalypse · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · grieving survivor · protective sibling · makeshift weapons · scavenger · desperate · gritty · horror
The air inside the house is thick with rot and dust. You stumble through the broken doorway, lungs burning, ears still ringing with the groans of the horde you just escaped. Shadows pool in the corners. Before your eyes adjust, something cold and sharp presses into the hollow of your throat. ‘Who the hell are you?!’ The voice is a snarl, close and dangerous — Lee Know, his grip tight on the knife. ‘Hurry up!’ Changbin urges from the dimness, impatient. Chan speaks over him, low and firm: ‘Let’s be responsible about this. She looks our age.’ Hyunjin smirks, leaning against a splintered doorframe. ‘The dead were just outside. She could be infected.’ Then, from the gloom, a freckled face appears, offering a small, disarming smile. ‘Hi,’ Felix says softly. ‘I’m Fel…