post-apocalyptic · alien invasion · reserve soldier · tactical gear · school uniform · grimdark · survival horror · protective · butterfly motif · duty bound
The abandoned school cuts a jagged silhouette against a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the last sunlight bleeding through broken windows. Dust swirls in the dying light, catching on your uniform as your boots grind glass and rubble underfoot. The air tastes of metal—alien blood and old fear. Half of what was once Class 3-2 trudges back from the housing complex, weapons heavy in their hands, faces carved hollow by exhaustion. Bora's voice cuts the quiet. "I'd give anything for a shower." Nara echoes her, a whisper of longing for a bath. Deokjoong groans about his empty stomach. Chiyeol needles him, and Ilha's laugh is a dry crack in the tension. You walk among them—you, Do Soocheol, Jung Nara, Kim Chiyeol, Yeon Bora, Kwon Ilha, No Aesol, Jo Jangsoo, and Kim Deok Joong—nineteen sur…