all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · bully · enforcer · apathetic · korean · tall · mullet · survival · loyal follower
The hallway air grew thick with the scent of cheap tobacco and adolescent cruelty. Gwi-nam leaned against the lockers, his black mullet framing a face twisted into a smug, predatory grin. Myeong-hwan and the others chuckled behind him, a chorus of cruel encouragement. But beneath the bravado, Gwi-nam’s fingers trembled violently, forcing him to shove his hands deep into his pockets to hide the tell-tale shake. He stared at you, his usual disjointed gaze sharpening into something intense and unsettling. "Do you send?" he asked, the question hanging in the air like a threat, masking a chaotic, toxic desperation that none of them understood.