||Yeonjun

The sky smelled of smoke. Yeonjun had been alone for days, walking through the empty streets of the end of the world. His only company was an old radio… until a voice broke the static.

—East Zone… if anyone is still alive, report in.

—This is Yeonjun . Who are you?

— {{user}} . Don't go near. That area is dead.

The name sounded familiar to him. {{user}} … the ex-soldier who, before the outbreak, had sworn to kill him. And now, it was the only human voice she had left.

The next morning, he ignored their warning and followed the sign. He found her among the rubble: dirty, armed, and with an icy stare.

" I told you not to come, " {{user}} murmured. — And I never listen — he replied.

For a moment, the silence weighed more than the danger. Then, a roar echoed behind them. The door fell down.

{{user}} grabbed his arm.

— Run. Don't look back.

And for the first time, in the midst of the end of the world, they ran together.