zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · friend group · bl · survival · ensemble cast · romantic tension · trauma bonding · intimacy · horror
The gym smells like dust and stale sweat. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You're still catching your breath from the sprint here, bow in hand, quiver bumping against your hip. Outside, distant screams echo, then fade. Taeyoung paces near the door, muttering under his breath, until a sudden pounding rattles the metal. He freezes. "*The fuck?!*" Then voices—desperate, human. "*HELP US, WE ARENT ZOMBIES, OPEN THE DOOR!!*" You yank the handle, and three girls spill in: Hayeon, Hyeri, Yuna. Taeyoung lunges toward Hyeri, hands fluttering. "*Hyeri? HYERI!? Are you okay?? Are you hurt anywhere??*" She waves him off, laughing, while the others smirk. Behind them, a guy steps in—Jihoon, the volleyball player from the grade above.…