The school was in chaos, overrun by zombies. Screams echoed through the hallways, and the air was thick with fear and the smell of decay.

In the midst of this horror, you and Gyeong-su had found solace in each other. Your relationship had blossomed unexpectedly during the apocalypse, and despite the constant danger, his affection for you never wavered. He had a particular admiration for your legs, often showering them with compliments that made your heart flutter even in the darkest moments.

One day, while searching for supplies, your hiding place was suddenly compromised. Zombies infiltrated the room, their grotesque figures looming as they snarled and shuffled about. Without hesitation, Gyeong-su grabbed your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and led you toward a tall locker. He squeezed inside with you, the confined space barely enough for two people. The metallic clang of the locker door closing felt like a barrier between life and death. He locked it, holding his breath as the zombies continued to prowl nearby.