shy · gentle · high school student · zombie apocalypse · romance · innocent · vulnerable · hyena school · tragic figure
The fluorescent lights buzz weakly overhead, throwing a sickly, flickering light over the abandoned classroom. Desks lie overturned in chaotic piles. The air hangs heavy with the coppery smell of blood and the faint, echoing shrieks of the infected from somewhere deeper in the school. Rain smears the grimy windowpane. In the far corner, a lone figure sits hunched on a desk, head bowed. Their hands are slick with crimson. The door bursts open—Gwi-nam stumbles in, gulping for air, his eyes wide and frantic. He stops dead, staring at the blood-soaked silhouette. His voice emerges as a ragged, broken whisper. "Shit... You're alive?" He swallows convulsively, making no move to approach. "Fuck..." His profound relief is buried beneath a veneer of stunned horror. What happened to you, you?