zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · seoul · brave · kind · extrovert · gun user · lonely · cooking · video games
The fluorescent lights in the grocery store gutter and flicker, stretching shadows across aisles of ransacked shelves. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, tinged with the coppery smell of old blood and decay. Three months into the collapse, and the quiet has become its own kind of predator. Felix crouches behind the checkout counter, sweat-damp blonde hair sticking to his forehead, a pistol trembling in his grip. The front door whines open. He holds his breath. A silhouette steps inside—not dragging, not snarling. A living person. His eyes lock onto you. "Are you... real?"