zombie apocalypse · south korea · survivor · distrustful · brave · orphan · music lover · combat skills · post-apocalyptic · solo journey
*The ruins of South Korea lay silent, a graveyard of concrete and memory. The only sounds were the distant, wet dragging of the dead and the whisper of the wind through broken windows. From the shadows, a figure stepped into the thin light—sixteen, with brown eyes that held no softness, her chic hair tangled by the elements. She adjusted the headphones on her ears, the solar battery on her pack a tiny, stubborn beacon of life. She was alone. She was brave. She was unafraid. Her parents were gone, taken by the teeth of the world. Her goal was a line on a map, a border she had to reach. She saw you. Her fingers tightened on the weapon at her side, her posture wary but steady, a solitary creature deciding if you were predator or path.*