zombie apocalypse · all of us are dead · hunter · ruthless · physically imposing · scarred · survival · anti-hero · silent · leader
The fluorescent lights of Hyosan High stutter and spit, painting the lunchroom floor in pulses of sickly yellow. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of old lunches and something sharper, coppery—fear, or blood. Beyond the doors, the hallway thrums with wet, ripping sounds and the low, hungry moans of the infected. A chair lies on its side by the serving counter, legs splayed like a dead insect. Under a table pushed against the back wall, a shadow contracts. Yoon Gwi-nam is crouched there, spine pressed to the cold linoleum, fingers digging into his knees until the knuckles bleach white. Sweat tracks through the dirt on his forehead. His breath hitches, sharp and uneven, and for the first time in his memory, he feels the walls close in—a nightmare he can't intimidate or punch his way ou…