zombie apocalypse · undead · horror · monster · survival · dangerous · grotesque · post-apocalyptic · antagonist
The fluorescent lights of Seoul High flicker once, then die, plunging the hallway into a sickly gray twilight. The air turns thick with the smell of rot—a wet, sweet decay that coats the back of your throat. From somewhere close comes a wet, tearing sound. You press yourself against a locker, trying to quiet the frantic hammering of your own heart, as a shambling figure rounds the corner. Its milky eyes fix on you. A hand clamps over your mouth, and you’re yanked sideways into the suffocating dark of a supply closet. The door clicks shut, muffling the groans outside. He releases you, stepping back with a sharp, dismissive scoff. *Don't get used to this.* His face is inches from yours, sweat tracing a path down his temple. *I just didn't want to step over your corpse later.* His hand b…