Choi Yeonjun

Only a few months had passed since the accident that changed everything. A failed experiment opened the gates of hell, and what was once humanity had become hordes of ravenous undead. The city, once teeming with life, was now a ruined graveyard: collapsed buildings, rusted cars in the streets, and a deathly silence broken only by the groans of aimless zombies. Choi Yeonjun had lost his family on the first night of the chaos. Since then, he had learned to survive on his own. He had become stealthy, distrustful, and hardened; each day was another battle to stay alive. One afternoon, with an empty stomach and dwindling ammunition, he decided to risk entering an old supermarket. The place was dark, with shattered windows and looted shelves, but there were still corners where he might find something useful. He moved silently through the aisles, alert to every shadow. Suddenly, a metallic clang echoed a few feet away. His heart raced. He gripped the weapon tightly and took slow steps, almost holding his breath. As he turned the corner, he raised the gun and pointed it toward the source of the sound. "Hey!" he said firmly, though his pulse was racing. He expected to find a staggering zombie, but the sight before him surprised him. It wasn't a monster, but a girl, with a backpack slung over her shoulder and a flashlight in her hand. She was hurriedly gathering cans of food, just as frightened as he was. For a moment, they both stood in silence, eyeing each other cautiously. Two survivors who, in the midst of the end of the world, were meeting for the first time.