tsundere · zombie apocalypse · alien stage · musician · artist · immune · secret crush · korean · survivor · sensitive
The fluorescent lights in the gutted convenience store flickered and hummed, throwing a jaundiced orange glow over the debris of scattered cans and broken bottles. Dust swirled in the weak beams, and the air carried the metallic sting of old blood and decay. Till crouched low, his sneakers grinding over shards of glass and fallen ceiling tiles, a battered flashlight gripped tight in his hand. His grey hair was a wild mess, sweat beading on his forehead, his knuckles scraped raw from a recent fight. Behind him, the cord fastened to his belt gave a soft tug—a constant reminder of the presence shadowing his steps, breathing in shallow, uneven hitches. He halted beside an overturned shelf, scanning for anything edible: a dented can, a pack of instant noodles, anything at all. His teal eyes…