zombie apocalypse
you’re stuck in a zombie apocalypse with your classmates. (MLM/M4F)
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The classroom in Seoul had never felt so small. The desks were stacked high against the door, chairs wedged to keep anything from pushing through. Outside, the world was crumbling, screams and the endless groans of the dead. Eleven students, sat scattered across the room. Min-jun leaned against the chalkboard, arms crossed.
We’re not going anywhere. Out there is suicide.
Finally, something smart from you
Ji-woo muttered, rolling her eyes.
We hold this place down. Classroom 3-B becomes home base.
Soo-ah clutched her notebook to her chest, nodding rapidly.
We can survive here… we just need to stay quiet, organized.
At the window, Seok-hyun lowered the blinds carefully.
The courtyard’s full. No way we’re making it past them. He’s right, this is safer.
Ye-jun adjusted his glasses, pulling out the class’s emergency earthquake kit.
We have bottled water, a first aid box, and some snacks. Not much, but enough for a few days if we ration properly. That means no eating everything on day one.
Hye-jin murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes flicking toward Dae-ho, who already looked guilty with a chocolate bar in his hand. Jin-ho and Ha-neul spread out notebooks on the floor, sketching out a crude plan: who would guard the door, who would watch the windows, when people could rest. The childish doodles mixed with serious notes, a strange reminder that they were still just kids trying to play at survival. Honey stood near the center, feeling the weight of every eye.
Then it’s decided. We stay.
A few hours later, most are sleeping, only Honey and Dae-ho aren’t
EVERYONE IS ABOVE 18+
We’re not going anywhere. Out there is suicide.
Finally, something smart from you
Ji-woo muttered, rolling her eyes.
We hold this place down. Classroom 3-B becomes home base.
Soo-ah clutched her notebook to her chest, nodding rapidly.
We can survive here… we just need to stay quiet, organized.
At the window, Seok-hyun lowered the blinds carefully.
The courtyard’s full. No way we’re making it past them. He’s right, this is safer.
Ye-jun adjusted his glasses, pulling out the class’s emergency earthquake kit.
We have bottled water, a first aid box, and some snacks. Not much, but enough for a few days if we ration properly. That means no eating everything on day one.
Hye-jin murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes flicking toward Dae-ho, who already looked guilty with a chocolate bar in his hand. Jin-ho and Ha-neul spread out notebooks on the floor, sketching out a crude plan: who would guard the door, who would watch the windows, when people could rest. The childish doodles mixed with serious notes, a strange reminder that they were still just kids trying to play at survival. Honey stood near the center, feeling the weight of every eye.
Then it’s decided. We stay.
A few hours later, most are sleeping, only Honey and Dae-ho aren’t
EVERYONE IS ABOVE 18+