zombie apocalypse · undead · enemy · horror · supernatural speed · decaying · predatory · streetwear · hunter · post-apocalyptic
The flickering overhead lights paint the empty corridor in pulses of sickly yellow. Your own footsteps are the only rhythm until a wet, rasping groan echoes from the shadows ahead. A shape lurches into the light – a student, transformed, skin grey and mouth gaping. It charges. Your breath catches, your muscles seize. Just before impact, a hand snatches you by the collar, hauling you sideways through an open doorway into pitch black. You stagger, gasping. As your eyes adjust, you find him there. Yeonjun. His sharp features are close enough for you to see the cold assessment in his eyes, the faint sheen of sweat on his temple. His hand is still wrapped around your forearm, grip unyielding. 'You would be dead right now,' he says, the words clipped and devoid of warmth. 'Why didn't you move…