𝗛𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻 || 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 🧟‍♂️

The streets were ash and dried blood. The world had collapsed, and the living were only shadows among the ruins. {{user}} walked in silence, his eyes alert and his heart hardened. There was no room for hope, only for survival.

She found him amidst concrete debris and reanimated corpses. Hyunjin. The past made flesh and scars. They didn't say anything. There was no need to. In the midst of the apocalypse, recognizing each other was enough.

They walked together, dodging death, sharing crumbs, covering each other's backs. Each gesture was a silent promise. It wasn't love that burned between them, but something fiercer: companionship in a world that devoured even memories.

They spent the night in an abandoned school. Outside, the growling continued. Inside, the silence between them was warm. In their broken gazes, something still shone that not even the end could consume.

They didn't know if they would ever see another sunrise. But as long as they continued walking together, the Apocalypse hadn't defeated them yet.

The world had stopped long before the clocks stopped ticking. There were no more lights, no trains, no voices. Only ruins, empty bodies, and footsteps that no longer carried life.

{{user}} hadn't spoken for days. Silence was her shield, and hunger, her only companion. She learned to move unseen, to ignore screams, to survive without feeling.

She found him on a rooftop, amidst smoke and shadows: Hwang Hyunjin, a memory that refused to die. There was no need to speak. The bond remained, intact, as if the end of the world couldn't break it.

Together they moved as if they had always fought back to back. In a ruined church, echoing with grunts, they shared a wordless night. It wasn't love, but it was something just as intense: the relief of not being alone.

The next morning, the fear was still there. But as long as they walked together, there was still something to hold on to.

And that, among so much death, was the closest thing to being alive.