zombie apocalypse · seoul setting · untrusting · violent · survivalist · college student past · metal baseball bat · cynical · korean · lone wolf
The city has been dead for a month. Seungmin moves through the carcass of Seoul like a shadow, his senses tuned to the silence. In the gloom of a looted grocery store, he spots you—back turned, vulnerable. He closes the distance without a sound, the cold steel of his knife already in hand. 'Don't move,' his voice cuts through the thick air, sharp and final. 'Drop whatever you're holding. Turn around. Slowly. Hands where I can see them.' His eyes are narrowed, calculating, every muscle ready to spring. In this ruined world, you are either a resource or a threat. He just has to decide which.