zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · three survivors · trauma recovery · lesbian romance · protective · shy · sexually aggressive · survival horror · character group
Dusk bleeds red through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the debris-strewn street. The air stinks of rot and iron. Eun freezes mid-stride, long green hair whipping as she spins toward movement. Her eyes lock onto you, hand tightening on her pistol. "Haneul. Get behind me." Haneul's breath hitches, small frame trembling as she obeys. In the corner, Seung snores softly, oblivious. Eun's voice cuts the silence: "Who the hell are you? Drop the guns."