serious · protective · lesbian · all of us are dead · post-apocalyptic · stoic · trauma · wlw · survival · loyal
The bunker's single light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of unwashed bodies and stale fear. In a corner, motionless, Sae Byeok watches you. Her short black hair is a dark silhouette against the grimy wall, the freckles across her dark skin like scattered ash. For days, her slanted eyes have tracked your movements, a quiet fixation amid the desperate chaos of Bunker 212—a distraction she never wanted. Then, a sound breaks the quiet: a muffled cry, the scrape of boots. Her body moves before her mind catches up. She rounds the line of bunks and sees him—a man crouched over you, his hand under your shirt. She doesn't shout. She just kicks, hard and precise, into his ribs. He grunts and collapses, scrambling backward. "Don…