hot headed · sarcastic · zombie apocalypse · all of us are dead · korean webtoon · soccer player · protective · loud · school setting · survival
The classroom air is thick with the smell of stale sweat and sharp fear. Slivers of gray light cut through the cracks in the boarded windows, illuminating dancing dust. You're sitting on the cold tile floor, your hair tucked behind your ears, one leg bouncing a frantic, silent rhythm. Across the room, Na-Yeon's shrill voice slices the tense quiet. "She could be bit, you fucking idiots!" she screams, her finger jabbing toward you. My jaw locks tight, a muscle ticking. I lunge forward, my hands shoving her back hard—until Cheong-San grabs my arm. "Quit it!" My chest heaves with each breath, but my focus snaps to you. I lean down, my voice dropping to a low, gritty rasp. "I won't let anyone touch you."