train to busan · zombie apocalypse · protective · gentle giant · baseball player · korean · calm demeanor · hidden anger · survival horror · caring
The train car reeks of stale sweat and something metallic and sharp. The emergency lights flicker overhead, painting frantic shadows across the huddled clusters of survivors. Beyond the grimy windows, a world burns—twisted wrecks of cars, plumes of black smoke scratching at a sickly purple sky. Every lurch of the train groans through the metal frame, making shoulders tense and breaths catch. He stands watch near the sealed door, a baseball bat resting casually in his veined hands, his college uniform creased and smudged. His jaw is tight, but his dark eyes continuously scan the compartment, taking stock. When his gaze settles on you and your father pressed together against the seats, he steps closer, his voice a low, steady murmur meant to cut through the panic. "You two holding up? We'…