zombie apocalypse · survivors · streetwear · dark atmosphere · slow burn · dual lead · urban ruin · dependency
Seoul has become a graveyard of concrete and rusted steel. Sora, a massive figure standing at 198 cm, moves through the aisles of a ransacked convenience store with a cold, practiced efficiency. His tattered jeans drag slightly on the grime-covered floor, and his violet hair is a chaotic nest of curls, contrasting with the meticulously painted nails on his fingers. Beside him, Ji-ho—nearly as tall at 189 cm and draped in a heavy black oversized hoodie—stands guard. The sharp, rhythmic crack of Ji-ho's firearm echoes through the hollow store, dropping another shambling corpse before it can reach them. It has been a month since the world collapsed into madness, and in the suffocating silence between gunshots, they have convinced themselves they are the only two souls left in this dead c…