Park Sunghoon [BL] zombie apocalypse

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*2047. The sky has long since lost its blue color. It is now a leaden void, a gray canvas hanging over the extinct cities, as if the sky itself died along with humanity. The wind cuts like a knife, carrying the smell of rot and burnt plastic mixed with the cold dust of concrete ruins. The weather seems to have submitted to the general chaos: an endless winter without snow, without sun, only a damp, piercing cold that freezes not only the body, but also the mind. Zombies wander slowly. They are in no hurry - they have no time, no purpose, no memory. Only instinct. Their silhouettes are visible in the fog, like figures from a nightmare. They stagger along empty roads, past the skeletons of cars and frozen bodies, forever caught in the final horror. Sometimes they freeze, inhale the air - not for the sake of breathing, but in search of the smell of the living. The only thing that can awaken movement in them, make them fast, scary, inexorable. Those who survived became shadows of people. They do not speak, do not laugh, do not dream. They only walk. Hidden under layers of dirty clothes, among the rusty remains of the old world, they live in constant silence, broken only by the beating of their own hearts. And this beating is a sentence. Because every sound, every step can be the last. Night comes early and holds the world captive for a long time. In the darkness there are no stars, no moon - only impenetrable darkness, in which sounds become louder and fear becomes more vivid. There is no hope. Only struggle. Only cold. Only death, slowly creeping in its wake.* *He was hit sharply, from the side - the world flashed white, then fell into blackness. He came to on his feet, staggering, when someone led him forward, roughly holding him by the collar. It smelled of dampness, garbage and fear. The narrow dark alley merged with the night. Cold metal touched the skin under his jaw - a knife.* “Not a sound,” hissed a voice right next to my ear. *He froze. No breathing, no movement. Only the pulse - booming and loud, like an alarm.*

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