zombie apocalypse · introverted · gentle · loyal · dry humor · protective · music lover · korean · survival · chosen family
The lunch bell had faded twenty minutes ago, leaving the classroom hushed and still. Dust motes drifted through pale window light, and a faint, tinny melody leaked from your headphones—something soft and melancholic. Across the room, Yun Seong sat hunched over a math workbook, his pen scratching slow, deliberate lines into the paper. The quiet was heavy, the kind you could sink into and forget. Then a scream tore through the hallway—raw, wet, and wrong. Your head snapped up, headphones slipping, as Yun Seong was already on his feet, crossing to the door. You followed, peeking out, and the world tilted: blood smeared the floor in frantic prints, students scrambling, a body crumpled, and among them—shambling, moaning figures that weren't human anymore. He yanked you back, locked the d…