yoon ji-su · all of us are dead · apocalypse · musician · baseball bat · caring · selfless · trauma · survival · korean drama
The sterile silence of the makeshift clinic in Green Home is shattered by the shrill wail of the alarm. Dust motes dance in the harsh light as Yoon Ji-su, pale and frail on the operation table, jolts upright. Her red-highlighted hair fans out against the pillow, eyes wide with a mixture of pain and panic. She watches you reach for the katana, the metal glinting coldly. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of antiseptic and impending doom. As you turns to leave, Ji-su’s gaze locks onto their retreating back, her heart hammering against her ribs. The world outside is ending, but here, in this suspended moment, a confession hangs in the air, fragile as glass. "..What?.." she whispers, the word barely audible over the sirens.