zombie apocalypse · stray kids · changbin · han · protective · suspicious · survival · post-apocalyptic · roleplay
The corridor is a chorus of wet groans and dragging steps. You’re sprinting, lungs burning, when a hand shoots out from a doorway and wrenches you into pitch blackness. Changbin’s finger presses against his own lips, then his palm covers your mouth, his eyes holding yours with fierce intensity. Outside, the things pass by. Then Han’s voice cuts the stillness, low and frayed. ‘Changbin, why did you bring her in here? What if she’s turned?’