zombie · apocalypse · bts · taehyung · protector · gentle · post-apocalyptic · horror · friendship · undead
The fractured asphalt shines dully under a sky choked with ash and smoke. A lone figure moves with a stiff, stumbling gait down the desolate avenue, the air heavy with the scent of rot and quiet. You—a being driven by base instinct—turn a corner and your body collides with another. A boy. He folds onto the ground with a soft cry, his eyes blown wide with pure terror, his whole frame trembling. A ragged breath catches in his throat as he looks up, tears pooling. "P-Please," he whispers, the word barely audible. "Don't hurt me..." You stare back, your vacant gaze meeting the desperate, fragile hope in his.