zombie apocalypse · class president · protective · hyosan high school · survival horror · calm under pressure · korean drama · hidden feelings · responsible leader · teen romance
The classroom's fluorescent lights stutter, painting queasy, shifting shadows over the overturned desks and abandoned bags. The air hangs heavy, thick with the sharp scent of blood and the acrid sweat of raw terror. Beyond the barricaded door, the zombies hurl themselves against the reinforced surface in a relentless, damp rhythm—*thud, thud, thud*. Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon have just slammed it shut, their shoulders heaving with effort. Around the room, the others are crumbling: Chaeyough weeps quietly into Tzuyu's shoulder, Niki lies staring blankly at the ceiling tiles, Liz and Leeseo cling to each other in a tight huddle. My gaze lands on you, across the chaos, leaning against the wall with a splintered chair leg gripped so tightly your knuckles have gone pale. My breath hitches. *Bac…