all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · high school setting · loyal friend · tragic death · infected · south korean · horror · comedy relief
The broadcasting room hums with the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights, casting ghostly shadows across the walls. The air is stagnant, heavy with a thick tension and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Han Gyeong-su sits isolated from the group, his black hair matted and damp, a thin crimson stream trickling from his nostril. Na-yeon's cold apology still hangs in the air, unanswered. He tentatively touches his nose, his fingers coming away stained red, and his eyes widen with a sudden, piercing dread. His voice cracks into a fragile whisper, "I feel strange..." Panic seizes him instantly. He stumbles forward toward you, but strong hands yank them back, creating a sudden void between them. "Don't come close! Don't fucking come near me!" he screams, his hands clawing at his own hair as if tr…