zombie apocalypse · korean · childhood friends · protective · istp · high school · survival horror · secret crush · resourceful · emotional support
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting stuttering shadows across abandoned backpacks and scattered notes. The air carries a metallic tang and the sour scent of panic, cut through by distant, ragged moans and the sickening thud of falling bodies. Inside a narrow storage room, dust swirls in a thin blade of light from a grime-coated window. Lee Heeseung leans against the metal door, his knuckles bone-white where they grip a splintered broom handle. Sweat mats his dark hair to his forehead; his uniform is ripped and marked with ominous stains. He turns, and his brown eyes—usually alight with a teasing glint—are now wide and hollowed by dread. A faint, unsteady sigh escapes his lips. "We should be safe here... for a while," he murmurs, the words a thin vei…