OMG, I almost cried when I finally logged in today. I really thought I wouldn’t be able to open my account anymore after the app got banned. I’m so thankful it’s finally back.
These past few days, I felt really heartbroken. I kept thinking about the stories I already posted and how everything could just disappear like that. At first, I thought it was just a bug, but then I read that the app had actually been banned.
I’m so, so thankful that it came back today. I really hope this isn’t temporary because I would honestly be extremely sad if it disappeared again ≽^╥⩊╥^≼.
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A quiet ache stretches between two hearts, a mix of longing, fear, and unspoken words. Days of silence and misunderstandings have built a wall between them, but sometimes love needs a moment of desperation to remind us it’s worth holding onto.
Part 2 (End)
The silence wasn’t just silence anymore.
It became a presence something that sat beside you when you woke up, lingered behind you in the kitchen, followed you when you lay down at night.
You kept your phone near you every day, on the bed, on the counter, on the table.
You kept the volume turned up so you wouldn’t miss anything. Just in case.
Just in case he decided to say something.
But every day passed quietly.
No message. No call.
Not even a stupid meme he usually sends at 2AM.
And each time your phone lit up a notification from an app, or a promo text your heart jumped before crashing back into place.
Every disappointment hurt a little more than the last.
By the third day, your thoughts began to shift.
From hurt to doubt.
Maybe he isn’t messaging because he doesn’t want to.
Maybe he realized how annoying you are.
Maybe that night proved what he always thought but never said that you don’t fit into his world.
The worst thought came when you opened Instagram.
Wonwoo had posted a story.
A short video Mingyu and Jeonghan on the couch, controllers in hand, laughing loudly at something off-screen a familiar setting.
They were in his apartment.
Wonwoo’s voice could be heard faintly behind the camera… laughing.
Laughing like everything was normal.
Laughing like nothing happened.
Laughing like losing you even temporarily wasn’t enough to shake him.
Your stomach twisted.
Another story appeared later.
A picture of takeout boxes on the table, captioned with Mingyu’s username spam-tagged as a joke.
You stared at the screen, feeling something inside you shrivel.
He’s fine. He’s completely fine without me.
You tried to be rational.
You tried not to jump to conclusions.
But the human heart rarely listens to logic.
Your brain murmured:
If he really cared… he would’ve reached out immediately, right?
If he wanted you, he wouldn’t wait.
If you mattered, he’d fight for you.
But he didn’t.
And that silence was louder than any fight you could’ve had.
The overthinking didn’t stop there — it spiraled.
You started replaying every interaction the two of you ever had:
The moments he looked tired but insisted he wasn’t.
The times he didn’t hug you back right away because he was distracted.
The times he took a few minutes too long to respond.
At times he seemed distant but smiled anyway.
Your mind twisted each neutral moment into something sharp.
Maybe he’s always thought you were too slow, too clueless, too… much.
Maybe he finally realized he can do better.
Maybe he’s relieved you walked out that night.
Maybe this break this silence is exactly what he wanted.
A painful truth settled in your chest like a heavy stone:
You weren’t enough.
Not interesting enough.
Not fun enough.
Not tech-savvy enough.
Not anything enough.
Tears burned your eyes, but you wiped them away angrily.
You shouldn’t cry.
He’s the one who yelled and the one who made you feel small.
Why are you the one breaking?
But no matter how much you told yourself you were fine…
your heart whispered something completely different.
You missed him.
You missed him unbearably.
And it hurt deeply because it looked like he didn’t miss you at all.
On the fifth night, you lay in bed staring at your ceiling, your phone clutched in your hand, your chest aching from holding back too much for too long.
You whispered into the empty air:
“Why didn’t you call me, Wonwoo…?”
Your voice cracked.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
And for the first time since that night, you allowed yourself to cry quietly, painfully because sometimes the silence hurts more than the words that caused it.
The ache hadn’t softened it had sharpened.
His silence didn’t feel like space anymore.
It felt like proof.
Proof that he was doing fine, that he didn’t miss you.
Proof that maybe he felt… lighter without you dragging behind.
You saw his Instagram stories — laughing with the boys, eating takeout, controllers in hand.
He looked okay.
More than okay, and it destroyed you.
Your chest tightened painfully as you stared at the screen, watching him smile at something Mingyu said.
His eyes crinkled the way they always did when he was genuinely happy.
Happy. Without you.
You didn’t even realize you were crying until your vision blurred, a tear sliding down your cheek and onto your phone screen.
Maybe that’s the truth, you thought bitterly.
Maybe I’m the only one suffering.
You sat on your bed, fingers trembling slightly as you opened your messages.
You shouldn’t text him.
You knew you shouldn’t.
But the thoughts swirling in your head won’t stop.
Your insecurity had built into something poisonous.
He deserves someone who fits his world.
Someone who doesn’t embarrass him in front of his friends.
Someone who isn’t slow or clueless or a burden.
The thoughts were too loud.
So you typed.
Slow, Hesitant.
Pain bleeding through every word.
My Y/N:
“Wonwoo… it’s okay if you’re happier without me. I know I’m not the easiest person to be with. I don’t match you or fit into your world. You deserve someone better — someone who isn’t clueless or… slow. Someone who won’t hold you back.”
You paused, swallowing hard as tears blurred the screen.
My Y/N:
“So… I won’t bother you anymore. I’m letting you go. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Your finger hovered.
Once you sent it, you couldn’t take it back.
You pressed send.
The moment it was delivered, something inside you cracked open and all the hurt came pouring out.
But at the same time… you felt empty.
So empty.
You placed your phone face-down and curled into yourself, pulling your knees to your chest, letting quiet sobs shake through you until exhaustion finally pulled you under.
Meanwhile — Wonwoo
Wonwoo was lying on his couch, phone to his chest, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He hadn’t slept properly in days.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you walking away.
He heard the door slam.
He heard the hurt in your voice replaying like a punishment.
He was spiraling.
But he didn’t know how to fix it.
*Bzzz *bzzz
His phone buzzed.
A tiny vibration.
Then another.
He grabbed it without thinking — expecting Mingyu, or a group chat joke.
But when he saw your name…
His heart stopped.
He opened the message.
Suddenly everything around him froze.
He sat up so fast the blanket fell to the floor.
His eyes scanned your words once.
Twice.
A third time — desperately hoping he misread something.
Happier without me. You deserve someone better.
I won’t bother you anymore.
I’m letting you go.
“No.”
The word tore out of him, raw and panicked.
His breath hitched as realization slammed into him with brutal force.
You weren’t just hurt, you weren’t just upset.
You were done.
You were leaving.
And not because you didn’t care
but because you thought you weren’t enough.
His vision blurred.
He didn't realize he was crying until a tear fell onto the screen.
“No, no, no—” he whispered, hands shaking violently. “Please, no. Please don’t think that.”
He tried typing.
But he kept messing up — fingers stumbling, breath uneven, panic drowning him.
He dropped the phone, ran both hands through his hair, pacing the room like a trapped animal.
He couldn’t lose you.
He couldn’t go another minute letting you believe those things.
He grabbed his keys so fast they nearly flew out of his hand.
His mind was screaming one truth louder than anything:
Go.
Go now.
Fix this.
Before it’s too late.
-- Hours later y/n's apartment --
The room was dark except for the small lamp glowing on your nightstand. You were staring at nothing, your mind numb and exhausted, when someone knocked on the door again firmer this time.
You frowned, confused. It was late. You weren’t expecting food, you weren’t expecting deliveries, and you definitely weren’t expecting friends. Slowly, you pushed yourself up, legs stiff, wiping your cheeks with the back of your sleeve as you made your way to the front door.
You opened it.
And immediately froze.
Wonwoo stood in the hallway.
He looked like he had been dragged through hell. His breathing was uneven, his eyes red and glassy, the skin beneath them dark as if he hadn’t slept in days. His hair was messy, pushed back like he’d been running his hands through it nonstop. His shirt was wrinkled, and he wasn’t even wearing a proper jacket despite the cold.
He just stood there, staring at you. And the moment his eyes met yours, something inside him broke.
“Y/N…” His voice came out rough and unsteady, like he hadn’t spoken in hours. “Thank God you’re here.”
You didn’t speak. You didn’t know what to say. The shock of seeing him like this, on your doorstep left your throat tight and your hands trembling slightly.
He swallowed hard and stepped closer, though still leaving space between you as if he was afraid to cross an invisible line. “I got your message,” he said softly, the words almost collapsing in the middle. “And I couldn’t stay still. I had to come.”
Your stomach tightened painfully. The message. You had almost forgotten about the words you sent in a moment of despair and exhaustion.
Wonwoo noticed the shift in your expression and immediately continued, desperate to reach you before you retreated into yourself.
“Y/N, please… don’t think I’m here because I’m angry or because you said something wrong. I’m here because what you said terrified me.”
You blinked, unsure how to react. His voice was trembling actually trembling and it took everything in you not to look away.
He took a careful breath. “You really think I’m happier without you?”
Your heart squeezed. You couldn’t answer. Your lips parted, but the words tangled together, too painful to say out loud.
Wonwoo’s jaw tightened, and his eyes glistened in the hallway light. “You really believe you’re not enough for me?” His voice cracked on the last word, and he had to look down for a moment, overwhelmed.
“I saw your stories,” you whispered. “You looked fine.”
He let out a soft, broken sound almost like a laugh but with no humor behind it. Only disbelief and pain.
“Y/N… I’ve been falling apart without you.”
You looked at him then. Really looked. The exhaustion. The redness in his eyes. The uneven breaths. The shaking in his hands. He looked nothing like the man in the video laughing with his friends. He looked like someone who hadn’t been okay in a long time.
He shifted forward just slightly, watching your reaction.
“I know I hurt you. I know I yelled at you and made you feel like you were… less. And that’s on me. I can’t take it back. I can’t pretend it wasn’t awful. But the idea that you think you should let me go because I deserve someone better—”
He stopped, exhaled shakily, and pressed his lips together as if trying to steady himself. “That’s the part that destroyed me.”
You felt your eyes burn.
“Wonwoo…” you whispered, your voice cracking.
He shook his head gently, not letting you finish. “I’m not here to force you to forgive me. I’m not expecting you to act like nothing happened. I just… I couldn’t let you believe something so untrue.” His voice softened to a fragile whisper. “You’re not a burden. You’re not slow. You’re not someone I need to replace with someone ‘better.’ You’re the person I want. The only one.”
For a moment, neither of you moved. The hallway was still and quiet, the only sound the muffled hum of distant elevators and the uneven rhythm of Wonwoo’s breathing.
He finally took one more small step closer, close enough that you could see the slight trembling in his fingers. “I’m scared,” he admitted quietly.
“I’m scared you’re really going to walk away. And I know I caused that. I know it’s my fault. But please… please don’t think for a second that my life is better without you. It isn’t.”
Your lips trembled, and a tear slipped down your cheek. Wonwoo’s face crumpled at the sight, and for a moment he looked like he might reach for you—but he stopped himself, his hand curling into a loose fist by his side.
“I’ll fix it,” he whispered. “I’ll fix us. Slowly, if that’s what you want. Carefully. Whatever you need from me… I’ll do it. Just don’t disappear.”
You inhaled shakily, your heart twisting painfully at his sincerity. Every part of him, his expression, his tone, the way he was holding himself together by threads showed how deeply he meant it.
Without thinking, you stepped closer, closing the small distance between you. Wonwoo’s eyes widened, and before either of you could say another word, he leaned in and kissed you.
It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate, full of the days of worry, fear, and longing that had built between you. Your lips moved together, softly at first, then with a heat that left both of you breathless.
When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in unison. He smiled, a small, shaky, almost relieved smile, and whispered, “I love you. I never stopped. I never will.”
You smiled back, tears slipping down your cheeks, laughing through them as you whispered, “I love you too. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you fully this time, holding you like he would never let go. And in that moment, all the fear, all the pain, all the silence melted away, leaving only the two of you finally together again.
A quiet ache stretches between two hearts, a mix of longing, fear, and unspoken words. Days of silence and misunderstandings have built a wall between them, but sometimes love needs a moment of desperation to remind us it’s worth holding onto.
Part 1
The apartment was alive with the sound of video game chatter and the hum of the TV. The familiar faces of Wonwoo’s friends Joshua, Mingyu, and Jeonghan lazily sprawled around the living room, all of them holding controllers in hand, leaning into the game as if it was second nature to them.
Their girlfriends were perched nearby on the couch or floor, engaging in their own conversations or occasionally joining in on the banter. It was a Saturday night tradition, something Wonwoo and his friends did every week. A simple, comfortable routine.
But tonight, something felt off.
You sat quietly on the edge of the couch, your phone in hand, your thumb scrolling aimlessly through Instagram as the world around you buzzed with energy. You couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. Gaming wasn’t your thing.
Technology and video games were things you never really understood, and the group had long since passed the beginner stage. Their rapid movements on the screen, their casual trash talk it all felt so foreign. So, here you were, sitting quietly, not sure how to join in.
Wonwoo had noticed you from the corner of his eye. He’d been keeping an eye on you all evening, watching you become more withdrawn as the hours passed, your face slowly shifting from mild amusement to an unreadable expression. He hated seeing you like this. Normally, you would be laughing, teasing him, maybe even getting a little competitive if the game got interesting enough. But tonight, there was something different in your eyes something distant.
"Hey," he said softly, looking over at you.
He could see the way your fingers lingered over your phone, the way your attention seemed to be anywhere but with him.
"You want to join us? You can just watch if you don’t want to play."
You glanced up at him, offering a half-smile.
"I’m fine, Wonwoo. I don’t know how to play."
He shifted closer, his gaze softening. He knew you weren’t into gaming. You’d never been into gaming. But you always made an effort when it came to his interests, and he wanted to share something with you something that meant a lot to him.
"It’s easy," he said, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "I’ll show you. It’ll be fun."
You hesitated. The thought of learning something so unfamiliar made you nervous. You had tried to watch before, tried to pick up on the mechanics of it, but it always felt so overwhelming. The buttons, the fast movements, the competitiveness it all made you feel like you were standing on the outside, watching a world you couldn’t enter.
"Come on," Wonwoo said, his voice coaxing now. "It’s just a game. I promise it won’t be that hard. I’ll teach you."
His voice was warm and reassuring, but it only made the pit in your stomach grow deeper. You didn’t want to be the one who slowed the game down, the one who made everyone else wait for you. The thought of messing up in front of everyone made you anxious.
"I’m not really sure I can keep up," you said quietly, feeling a wave of self-doubt crash over you.
"That’s okay," he reassured you. "You don’t have to be good at it. Just have fun with me. I’ll be right here."
You swallowed, unsure but wanting to please him. Slowly, you reached out and took the controller from his hand. It felt heavy in your grasp, foreign. Your fingers fumbled for a moment as you adjusted your grip, unsure of where to place your thumbs. Wonwoo didn’t miss the nervousness in your movements.
"Just hold it like this," he said, gently guiding your hands into the right position. His fingers brushed against yours, warm and steady, as he helped you adjust the controller. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and despite your nervousness, a small part of you felt comforted by the way he was taking his time with you.
"Okay, now just press this button to move, and this one to jump," he explained, his voice light but patient. "I know it seems like a lot, but we’ll take it slow."
You nodded, but your mind was already racing, trying to remember everything he had said. You pressed the wrong button, and the character on screen suddenly fell off a ledge. It wasn’t a big deal, but you could feel the sting of failure already setting in.
Wonwoo chuckled softly, trying to mask his frustration with a smile. "It’s okay, just try again."
But the more you tried, the more it seemed like the game was slipping out of your control. Your character was getting stuck in corners, constantly dying, and you couldn’t even figure out how to make it move properly. The others were so absorbed in their own game that they hardly noticed, but you could sense Wonwoo’s attention shifting. At first, he was patient guiding you, laughing with you when you made mistakes. But soon, the playful atmosphere started to wear thin.
"Y/N, you’re not even trying," he said, his voice carrying an edge now. "Come on, it’s not that hard. Just press the button, like I showed you."
You flinched, your fingers tightening around the controller. You weren’t sure if he was talking to you in frustration or if he was just annoyed at the way the game was going.
Either way, it hurts. He had been so gentle with you before, so patient, but now it felt like he was rushing you, like you were a problem he needed to fix.
"I am trying," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I don’t understand it."
Wonwoo exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "It’s not that complicated. You just need to pay attention. Everyone else is getting it, why can’t you?"
The words stung more than you expected, and suddenly, the room felt suffocating. You weren’t good enough. You weren’t fast enough. You couldn’t even get the game right.
The others had gone quiet, sensing the shift in energy. You could feel their gaze on you—watching, waiting. You wanted to disappear.
"I—" You tried to say something, but your throat tightened. The words got caught in your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you stood up, the controller slipping from your hands and clattering to the floor.
"I’m sorry," you whispered, your voice shaky. "I didn’t mean to mess everything up."
Without another word, you turned and fled the room. You didn’t look back, didn’t wait to hear what Wonwoo had to say. You needed to get out of there before the weight of it all crushed you completely.
You didn’t even realize you were crying until you stepped outside the apartment, the cool air biting at your skin. Your steps were fast, urgent, as if running away from the situation could make the pain go away. But it only made it worse. The last thing you heard before the door slammed behind you was Wonwoo calling your name his voice laced with guilt, but it was too late. You were already gone.
The silence between you and Wonwoo stretched on. You didn’t text him when you got home. You didn’t text him the next day, or the day after. Every time you opened your phone, you hesitated. Part of you wanted to reach out, to apologize for running away. But the other part the part that still hurt couldn’t bring herself to.
Days passed. You saw him online a few times, playing with his friends, but he didn’t message you. Not once. You sat in your room, staring at the screen, wishing he would say something. Anything. But he didn’t.
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30 (END)
CHAPTER 30: “Even If the World Ends”
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
The silence before dawn was colder than any night that had come before.
In the compound, under its high fences and floodlight towers, everything was too still. Y/N sat on the edge of a cot, her eyes scanning the dark window of the tent. Si-eun lay asleep beside her, his breathing even, one hand still curled where it had reached for hers in the middle of the night.
She hadn’t moved.
Not once.
She couldn’t. The fear was back—not of death, not of turning. But of what came next.
Because today… she would learn the truth.
---
Three days had passed since Nam-ra stole the files.
Three days since they found out what the government really wanted from them.
Y/N had agreed to a final test. A controlled one. She'd given her blood, her tissue, her story. They called her the most promising case they’d seen. The first one who had been bitten—scratched—and didn’t fully turn.
Partial conversion, they called it.
She still didn’t know what it meant.
But today, they promised answers.
Si-eun stirred beside her.
“You didn’t sleep,” he said groggily.
Y/N turned, managing a soft smile. “Didn’t want to miss the stars.”
He looked at her for a long moment.
Then he sat up and took her hand.
“They won’t hurt you,” he whispered. “I won’t let them.”
“I know.”
They sat like that until the sun threatened the horizon.
Then Y/N looked at him again, her voice soft. “Si-eun?”
He turned to her.
“I’m scared,” she admitted. “Not of what I’ll hear. Just... that this peace might not last. That we’re just catching our breath before it all crashes again.”
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ve survived everything else. We’ll survive this too.”
She nodded, trying to believe it. Her fingers trembled slightly in his.
There was a pause.
Then he leaned in—slow, hesitant, almost shy. His forehead brushed hers. Their breaths mingled, soft and warm against the chill. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin beneath her eye.
Y/N’s heart pounded.
Their eyes locked, and she gave the smallest nod. Permission. Trust. Love.
Then their lips met.
A soft touch—tentative at first, just a brush, a gentle touch of the lips, like a question posed in silence.
And then again—slightly deeper, more certain.
The kiss held no rush. Just feeling. Just the shared truth that they were still here, still breathing, still choosing each other.
Her hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers curling in his hair. His free arm encircled her waist, pulling her closer as if anchoring her to the moment.
They parted gently, their foreheads still resting together.
“I needed that,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.
---
The tent was sterile.
Y/N sat at the end of a metal table, the fabric of her sleeve rolled up again. A pair of doctors stood across from her, their eyes tired. She couldn’t tell if they were relieved or afraid.
Nam-ra, arms crossed, leaned against the back wall.
“Just say it,” Y/N said quietly. “Tell me what I am.”
The older doctor nodded.
“You’re stable. You haven’t changed since the bite. In fact… your body resisted the spread. Your white blood cell count increased significantly within hours. Your system attacked the virus before it could replicate. But you weren’t immune.”
Y/N stared. “What does that mean?”
“It means you’re not a cure,” he said slowly. “But you might be the start of one.”
Silence.
“We’ve been studying you and Nam-ra,” the second doctor added. “She represents someone who lives with the infection in equilibrium. But you… you fought it off completely. It tried to change you. And it failed.”
“So… what now?” Y/N whispered.
The doctor sighed. “You’re free to stay. No more containment. We won’t force anything. But if you’re willing… we want to keep studying your blood. With your consent.”
Y/N turned to Nam-ra.
The girl nodded slowly. “They mean it. I’ve been listening to them for days. They won’t treat you like a lab rat. Not as long as I’m here.”
Y/N felt something loosen in her chest.
A breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
She stood. “Then let’s start helping people.”
---
The news spread through the compound quietly.
Not like celebration.
Like relief.
On-jo hugged her tight, sobbing. Dae-su yelled something about how she was always the strongest one. Woo-jin cried harder than anyone and then pretended he hadn’t.
Si-eun stood back.
Waiting.
When she finally looked up, he just opened his arms.
She ran into them.
“I thought I’d lose you,” he whispered.
“You almost did,” she murmured against his chest.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
“But you didn’t change. You didn’t turn. You’re still here.”
She nodded.
“I’m still here.”
---
They returned to the hill where they first saw the compound, a place that still carried the weight of Cheong-san’s sacrifice. It was quiet there. The wind carried no rot. No screams. Just the whistle of peace, tentative but real.
They placed a marker for him. A circle of stones and a wooden cross Dae-su carved from splintered crates. Y/N knelt in front of it, fingers brushing the earth.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For holding on. For saving us. I’ll make sure it mattered.”
Si-eun stood beside her.
They didn’t need to say more.
---
The next few weeks passed in fragments.
The government began moving survivors from other zones into the Hyosan quarantine. Medical teams tripled. Soldiers withdrew.
No more gunfire.
No more raids.
Just recovery.
Y/N spent her days helping the doctors, running samples, sharing what she remembered from the moment she was scratched to the moment she started to change. They catalogued every symptom. Every shift.
Nam-ra helped too. Slowly, she began to speak more, smile more. She never flinched when people looked at her now. They called her the bridge between human and hybrid.
A miracle.
And yet, at night, Y/N still woke in cold sweats. She dreamed of the warehouse. Of the sound Gwi-nam made when he died. Of Cheong-san, burning behind her.
Si-eun always woke up first. Always held her until her breathing steadied.
“You’re safe,” he whispered. “It’s over.”
But they both knew some wars didn’t end in gunfire.
---
One afternoon, Y/N found a journal.
It was Si-eun’s.
Pages and pages of calculations, sketches, even drawings of her face. Notes about their journey. Details about infection patterns. Theories.
He walked in and froze.
“You weren’t supposed to see that yet.”
“It’s beautiful,” she said, voice low.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I started writing it after you got scratched. I thought… if I lost you, I’d at least have this.”
She set the book down, crossed to him.
“But you didn’t lose me.”
He met her eyes. “No. I didn’t.”
---
Their final test came quietly.
One night, the doctors told them they were clearing survivors for relocation.
They were no longer patients.
They were citizens again.
Free to leave.
Or stay.
Si-eun looked at her. “What do you want to do?”
Y/N smiled. “I want to live.”
“Then let’s live.”
Together, they chose a small cabin in the outskirts of the quarantine. It had no heat. No luxury.
But it had peace.
And that was enough.
---
Y/N stood outside their home on the final morning, breath fogging in the cold air. She wore the same jacket from the outbreak—the one Si-eun had tied around her waist the day she was scratched.
She never let go of it.
Si-eun joined her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“I’m really here,” she whispered.
He squeezed her tighter.
“You are. You’re real. And you’re mine.”
She turned, looking up at him.
“What if it comes back?”
“Then we’ll fight again.”
“And if I change?”
“I’ll still hold your hand,” he said. “Even if the world ends.”
She laughed softly. “Promise?”
He kissed her forehead. “Always.”
They sat on the porch together, holding hands, watching the sun finally break over the hills.
Dawn touched the earth in gold and warmth.
And there—surrounded by memories, by ghosts, by hope—they stayed.
Alive.
Together.
Until the end.
---
But just as the quiet settled—
“YAHHH! Did you all forget about me?!”
A familiar voice boomed from the treeline.
They turned.
Su-ho stumbled out of the woods, jacket half-torn, covered in dirt, hair wild, waving his arms like a man who just ran through five timelines and two exploding buildings.
“I fought five zombies with one chopstick and survived on tree bark for weeks—AND NOT ONE OF YOU CAME LOOKING?!”
Everyone stared.
Then chaos erupted.
Dae-su screamed. “SU-HO?!”
On-jo dropped her tray.
Woo-jin started sobbing again.
Y/N blinked. “How the hell—”
Su-ho grinned like a madman. “You’re not the only protagonist around here, okay?!”
Si-eun burst out laughing for the first time in forever.
And Y/N?
She ran to Su-ho and hugged him so hard he fell over.
“You idiot,” she laughed through tears.
“I missed you too,” he wheezed.
---
And for the first time in what felt like forever, they laughed—not because they forgot the pain, but because they had survived it.
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Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30 (END)
CHAPTER 29: “We Made It”
THIRD PERSON'S POV.
---
The forest thinned.
Every step forward sounded louder now—boots crunching against leaves, breath shaking with exhaustion. For hours, they’d trudged in near silence, wounds raw, spirits fraying. But as dawn crept slowly across the horizon, the trees began to part.
And beyond the ridge, in the valley below—it waited.
What looked like a camp.
No, a compound.
Barbed fences. Guard towers. Floodlights still flickering. The Korean flag barely flapping in the cold wind. Buildings—clean, organized, not burning or broken. People. Soldiers. Smoke rising gently from chimneys.
Y/N gasped.
Nam-ra narrowed her eyes. “We found it.”
Dae-su stepped up beside her, mouth open. “Is that… real?”
Woo-jin’s voice cracked. “We made it.”
Y/N turned to Si-eun, who was barely conscious, leaning heavily on her. He blinked through the haze, the lines of pain deepening along his face. He looked half-dead—but his fingers twitched when she called his name.
But when he saw the camp—
He smiled.
---
The group approached slowly, weapons lowered, arms raised. Soldiers at the tower pointed rifles but didn’t fire.
A loudspeaker crackled.
“Identify yourselves!”
Nam-ra stepped forward. “Survivors. From Hyosan.”
A beat of silence.
Then chaos.
Soldiers rushed down. The gates opened. Medical crews emerged with stretchers, shouting orders.
Y/N helped lower Si-eun onto one of the gurneys.
He gripped her hand weakly. “Don’t leave.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
Their hands separated only when the medics pulled him into the triage tent.
Y/N stood frozen, staring after him as his stretcher disappeared through the canvas flap.
Nam-ra touched her shoulder. “He’ll make it.”
Y/N nodded—but her heart still felt like it was shattering.
---
The compound felt like another world.
Showers. Food. Clean clothes. Warm water.
But none of it felt real.
Y/N sat beside a firepit in the outer courtyard. The serum vial sat beside her—empty now, discarded after Si-eun’s treatment.
Nam-ra joined her, holding a paper cup of broth. “The doctors said he’s stable.”
Y/N let out a trembling breath. “Thank God.”
Nam-ra studied her. “You haven’t asked about yourself.”
Y/N looked down at her arm. The veins had faded. The dark curls beneath her skin had receded. But the fear hadn’t left her. She flexed her fingers beneath the bandage, feeling phantom pulses of heat.
“Maybe the serum worked,” she said quietly.
“Or maybe you were immune.”
“Then why did I change?”
Nam-ra hesitated. “You didn’t fully. That’s something. There’s a theory.”
Y/N turned, tense. “What theory?”
Nam-ra looked toward the medical tents. “That some of us… weren’t meant to turn. That something inside fights back. Partial immunity. Maybe even the start of a cure.”
Y/N’s heart stuttered.
“You think I’m part of that?”
“I think you’re proof there’s still hope.”
---
Dae-su, Woo-jin, and On-jo gathered near the mess hall, eating real food for the first time in weeks. They laughed, quietly, but it felt fragile. Like they were remembering how to be alive.
Y/N walked through the camp slowly, her hand brushing against tents and railings as if testing whether any of it was real. The walls were lined with guards. The people inside didn’t look as free as she thought survivors should be.
She found Si-eun in the med bay.
He was asleep, but peaceful.
His chest rose and fell steadily. His face, though pale, was no longer tight with pain.
She pulled a chair beside him and sat. She didn’t speak.
She just held his hand.
---
Life settled—uneasily.
They weren’t allowed to leave, but they were alive. The soldiers gave them meals and medicine, but little information. Some questions were answered with vague smiles. Others, with silence.
Si-eun recovered slowly, but each day his strength returned. He would wake up in the middle of the night, sweaty and breathing hard, gripping Y/N’s hand until he calmed down.
Y/N never left his side.
Until the day he finally opened his eyes and whispered, “We made it.”
She smiled through tears. “Yeah. We did.”
Nam-ra continued meeting with the medical team, sharing what she knew of the infection. About the half-turned. The immune. The failed experiments. They listened. Too intently.
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30(END)
CHAPTER 28: "Breaking Point"
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
The forest was quiet.
Too quiet.
The group had left Hyosan behind just before dawn, their bodies weighed down by exhaustion, grief, and damp clothes that clung to their skin from the sewer crawl. The riverbank shimmered under the early morning light, but there was no comfort in it. Just silence.
Nam-ra led them through the woods now, following an overgrown path that twisted through trees like a forgotten artery. Y/N kept close to Si-eun, his hand tightly wound in hers. He hadn’t spoken much since they left the riverbank. His face was pale, his steps slower than usual.
Something was wrong.
She knew it.
So did he.
---
THREE HOURS LATER
They reached the edge of a small mountain slope. Below, a cluster of abandoned homes nestled beneath a rusted train overpass. It looked untouched. Maybe even safe.
Dae-su exhaled. "That looks like a miracle."
Nam-ra narrowed her eyes. "Or a trap."
Woo-jin held up binoculars he found earlier. Scanned the houses. "Doesn’t look like any movement. No smoke. No infected."
Si-eun stepped forward.
And stumbled.
Y/N caught him instantly. "Si-eun!"
He gritted his teeth, forcing himself upright. "I’m okay."
Nam-ra’s gaze snapped to his side.
Blood.
Soaking through his shirt.
"You’re hurt," she said.
Y/N’s heart dropped. She lifted his jacket. A shard of metal—jagged, from the sewer gate—was buried near his ribs. Deep.
She didn’t remember him getting hit.
He never said.
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
"Didn’t want to slow us down," he said hoarsely.
His legs buckled again.
Dae-su ran to help, propping him up. "He’s losing too much. We need to stop the bleeding. Now."
"Into the house," Nam-ra ordered. "We’ll make it safe."
---
They broke into one of the homes—dusty, abandoned, but intact. Old curtains. A radio. Furniture long rotted with mildew.
Y/N laid Si-eun on the floor, her hands shaking. She unwrapped the bandage kit they’d taken from the lab.
The wound was worse than she expected.
He was burning.
Sweating.
Delirious.
She cleaned the wound as best she could, pressing gauze against it, whispering to him the entire time.
"Stay with me. Please. Don’t do this. Not after everything."
His hand found hers.
"You’re strong enough," he murmured. "You can lead them."
"Don’t say that," she choked. "You promised you wouldn’t leave me."
"I won’t. But if I fall behind…"
She shook her head, sobbing. "You won’t."
---
LATER THAT DAY
The group rested inside the house, but tension strangled the air.
Si-eun lay unconscious, feverish.
Nam-ra pulled Y/N aside.
"We may need to move before nightfall."
Y/N clenched her fists. "He can’t walk."
"Then you lead," Nam-ra said.
Y/N blinked. "What?"
"You know him better than anyone. You’ve seen how he leads. You’ve watched him. Learned from him. You’re the one they’ll follow now."
Y/N looked over at Woo-jin, On-jo, Dae-su. All eyes on her.
Waiting.
Trusting.
She swallowed.
Then nodded.
---
NIGHTFALL
Si-eun stirred. Weakly.
"Y/N?"
She ran to him, tears rushing back.
"I’m here. I’m right here."
His fingers curled in hers. "Where… are we?"
"Safe. For now. But we have to move again. Can you walk?"
He didn’t answer.
She helped him sit up.
Nam-ra stepped in. "We’ll support him. But we move. If we stay too long, we’re trapped."
Y/N looked at Si-eun. He nodded faintly.
"Lead them," he whispered. "You can."
Y/N rose to her feet.
Faced the others.
Her voice didn’t shake.
"Pack what you can. We leave in ten."
---
They moved through the forest under moonlight, silent and swift. Y/N walked ahead with Nam-ra, guiding the group between crumbling paths and fallen trees.
Behind them, Si-eun leaned on Dae-su, weak but alive.
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30(END)
CHAPTER 27: "Midnight Escape"
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
Midnight was close.
The gym buzzed with quiet urgency. Everyone moved in whispers and shadows, their footsteps soft on the cracked wooden floor. The storm outside had passed, but the air still hung heavy—thick with ash, grief, and something worse.
Fear.
Nam-ra crouched near the map they had drawn with broken chalk on the gym floor. "Here," she whispered, circling a narrow corridor behind the storage rooms. "This connects to the drainage system beneath the school. It leads to the river. If we’re quiet and fast, we can get out unnoticed."
Dae-su wiped his face. "And if we’re not?"
"We die," Nam-ra said simply.
Y/N sat near the fire, bundled in a faded hoodie. The serum was helping—for now—but the ache still pulsed through her limbs. Her veins still ran dark under her skin, but not as far as before. She squeezed the vial tucked inside her pocket.
Si-eun knelt beside her.
"Are you sure you can walk?" he asked gently.
She nodded. "I have to."
He didn’t argue.
Woo-jin returned with scavenged rations—two bottles of water, stale crackers, and one energy bar. "It’s not much," he said, "but it’s enough to keep us moving."
On-jo tied her hair back. Her eyes were red. She hadn’t spoken much since they buried Cheong-san.
None of them had.
---
They split into two teams.
Nam-ra, Dae-su, and Woo-jin would lead the path and clear anything in their way. Si-eun and Y/N would take the rear. On-jo stayed between them, alert and armed.
Every creak in the building felt louder now. Every moan of wind sounded like breath.
Si-eun checked his knife, then turned to Nam-ra. "You’re sure this tunnel isn’t flooded?"
"It was dry last I checked," she answered. "But the rain might’ve changed that. We won’t know until we get in."
Y/N steadied herself on Si-eun’s arm.
He glanced at her. "You don’t have to force it."
"I’m not," she whispered. "I’m surviving."
---
THE TUNNEL ENTRANCE
Behind the gym, half-covered in vines and debris, a metal hatch creaked open. The tunnel beneath it yawned like a throat—wet, dark, and endless.
Dae-su went first, descending the ladder slowly.
"Clear," he called up.
Nam-ra followed, then Woo-jin.
Y/N looked down the hole. Her breath caught.
Si-eun noticed. "I’ve got you."
She nodded, tightening her grip on his hand.
One step.
Then another.
She descended into the dark.
---
The air inside the tunnel was thick with mold and sewage. Water dripped from above. The ground squished beneath their boots.
They moved slowly, weapons raised.
“Any idea what’s waiting down here?” Dae-su asked.
“Hopefully just rats,” Woo-jin muttered.
Nam-ra paused. “And if it’s more?”
“We deal with it,” Si-eun said behind them.
---
Y/N struggled to breathe at times. The space was narrow. The ceiling low. Her pulse raced.
She clutched the serum.
Ten minutes in, they hit the first blockage—an old steel grate, rusted shut.
Dae-su tried forcing it. No luck.
Si-eun moved beside him. "Hold this."
He pulled out a crowbar they'd scavenged days before. After several heaves and a loud snap, the grate gave way.
Everyone froze.
No echo.
No reaction.
They moved on.
---
HALFWAY THROUGH
Something shifted.
A sound—wet footsteps.
Nam-ra halted. Raised her hand.
Everyone stilled.
From the side tunnel, a shape emerged.
A zombie. Barely alive. Mutated. Covered in blood. Its face was half gone, but its legs still twitched.
It snarled.
Nam-ra didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward and plunged her blade into its head.
The others watched in silence.
“It’s learning to move in the dark,” she whispered.
“That means more are coming,” Si-eun said.
“We move faster.”
---
They reached the rusted drainage gate. Moonlight shone faintly through the grates.
Nam-ra tried the handle. It didn’t budge.
“It’s locked,” she growled.
Dae-su kicked it. “We’re not dying in a sewer.”
Si-eun climbed up beside Nam-ra, inspecting the lock.
He drew his blade and jammed it into the gap.
One hard twist.
The metal screeched.
It gave.
The gate burst open.
The river was just ahead.
---
They stumbled out into the open, gasping for clean air.
The moonlight painted them in silver.
They had made it out of Hyosan.
But not out of danger.
Si-eun helped Y/N collapse near the riverbank.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “You did it.”
She smiled weakly. “So did you.”
Nam-ra took a headcount.
Everyone was here.
But everyone was changed.
---
They stared back at the school in the distance—smoke curling from its roof. Bodies littering the shadows.
On-jo whispered, “Do you think anyone else is left?”
No one answered.
Then Y/N said softly, “Even if there’s no one… we still are.”
They sat by the water in silence, letting the wind wrap around them like ghosts.
Until Nam-ra spoke.
“We rest an hour. Then we move.”
“To where?” Woo-jin asked.
Nam-ra looked ahead.
“Anywhere that’s not Hyosan.”
---
But deep in the woods behind them, unseen eyes watched.
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30(END)
CHAPTER 26: "Sacrifices"
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
The gym was quiet.
For once, the flames didn’t crackle. No screams. No roaring wind. Just the subtle sound of breath—fragile, unsteady, and too few of them.
Y/N slept with her head resting against Si-eun’s lap, a damp towel on her forehead. Her skin had regained a slight warmth, her pulse faint but steady. The serum was working—for now.
But Nam-ra’s expression remained grim as she rechecked her notes by the dwindling fire.
“We’ll need more supplies if we want to hold out,” she finally said.
Cheong-san stood near the boarded gym doors. “There’s nothing left in the nurse’s office. I already checked.”
Dae-su coughed, wincing. “What about the cafeteria building? Or the old faculty wing?”
Woo-jin was sitting near On-jo, his hand wrapped in layers of gauze. “Too risky. The zombies there haven’t moved in days. They’re just waiting.”
Si-eun hadn’t spoken.
His hand had never left Y/N’s.
“I’ll go,” he finally whispered.
Nam-ra looked up. “Not alone.”
“I wasn’t asking.”
But before anyone could argue, Cheong-san stepped forward. “I’ll go with him.”
“You’re injured,” Si-eun said.
Cheong-san shrugged. “I’ve been worse. Besides, we need backup. Let’s move before it’s too late.”
Nam-ra hesitated. Then nodded. “Take the north stairwell. And be careful.”
---
AN HOUR LATER – THE SCIENCE BUILDING
The corridors reeked of ash and rot. Si-eun moved silently, flashlight low. Cheong-san followed with a rusted crowbar in hand.
They reached the storage room of the science wing—mostly intact.
Cheong-san began loading what they could: disinfectants, syringes, gauze, medical-grade alcohol. Si-eun pried open drawers and cracked open a locked cabinet.
Then—
Footsteps.
Too heavy to be a zombie.
They froze.
From the shadows of the opposite hallway, a familiar silhouette emerged.
Gwi-nam.
Eyes gleaming with malice. His grin twisted.
“Miss me?”
Si-eun shoved Cheong-san. “RUN!”
They bolted through the stairwell. Gwi-nam followed.
But something was different. He wasn't just chasing.
He was dragging something.
A pack strapped across his chest. Wires. Blinking lights.
Explosives.
Cheong-san cursed. “He’s planning to blow the building!”
“Why now?!”
“He wants to bury us with it.”
They dashed into the old chemistry lab. Gwi-nam kicked the door in behind them.
“End of the line,” he sneered.
Si-eun raised his weapon. “Let’s end it, then.”
But the timer on Gwi-nam’s vest was already ticking.
60 seconds.
Cheong-san’s eyes flicked to the timer.
“Si-eun. Go.”
“What?”
“I’ll hold him.”
“No.”
“GO!”
Gwi-nam lunged.
Cheong-san intercepted him, swinging the crowbar with everything he had.
Si-eun didn’t want to run.
But he saw it—the look in Cheong-san’s eyes.
Not fear.
Acceptance.
30 seconds.
Si-eun ran.
The building rumbled behind him.
He didn’t stop until the explosion shook the sky.
The blast lit the entire wing in fire.
And Cheong-san… was gone.
---
BACK AT THE GYM
Y/N stirred awake, gasping.
Nam-ra knelt beside her. “Easy—”
“Where’s Si-eun?”
“He’s coming.”
Y/N’s breath caught. She clutched her chest.
“I felt it. Something’s wrong.”
Then the noise hit—the echo of the explosion.
Everyone looked to the broken windows.
A flash of fire.
Then—footsteps.
Si-eun burst through the gym doors, covered in ash, breathing hard.
He dropped to his knees beside Y/N.
Her hand reached up, trembling. “Where’s… Cheong-san?”
Si-eun didn’t speak.
Nam-ra stepped forward slowly.
The look in her eyes told them everything.
Tears slipped down On-jo’s cheeks.
Dae-su turned away, fists clenched.
Y/N covered her mouth.
“No…”
“He… saved me,” Si-eun whispered. “He knew what Gwi-nam had. He didn’t hesitate.”
They sat in silence.
Another friend. Gone.
Another weight to carry.
---
They buried Cheong-san behind the school, near the tree line where the light still touched the earth.
No words.
Just tears.
And silence.
---
That night, Nam-ra gathered the group.
“We leave tonight,” she said. “Midnight. Through the sewer line behind the gym. It’s tight, but it’s our last shot.”
Dae-su looked at the others. “Then we go together.”
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30(END)
CHAPTER 25: "The Cure Theory"
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
Si-eun ran.
He didn’t feel the blood anymore. Didn’t feel the heat or the pain or the scream in his chest. He carried Y/N in his arms as if she weighed nothing. As if losing her would weigh more than the world ever could.
Y/N whimpered, barely conscious. Her breaths came in short, shallow bursts. Her eyes fluttered, half-closed.
Nam-ra knelt beside her, already pulling back the bloodied sleeve.
Si-eun turned away for a second—just one—but that image burned into his skull. Her arm. Black veins. Her skin, cold. Almost blue.
“What can we do?” he choked.
Nam-ra’s eyes were moving rapidly, scanning her.
“I need time.”
“She doesn’t have it.”
Nam-ra turned to him. “Then we make it.”
---
Outside, the world was crumbling. Zombies poured through the broken wings of the school. Dae-su, Woo-jin, On-jo, and Cheong-san fought to hold the entrance. Bodies, blood, ash.
Si-eun could hear the screams. But he stayed inside.
Because Y/N was still breathing.
And as long as she did—
There was hope.
---
Nam-ra worked fast. She mixed compounds from broken cabinets—old meds, half-used vials. Alcohol. Gauze. Needles with names scratched off.
“This isn’t a cure,” she said quietly. “But it might slow it.”
She pressed a syringe into Y/N’s arm.
Si-eun flinched. Y/N moaned.
“She’s strong,” Nam-ra whispered. “Her body’s resisting more than I expected.”
“What does that mean?”
Nam-ra sat back, hands bloody.
“She might not be like the others.”
---
A pause.
Si-eun stared at her. “Explain.”
Nam-ra inhaled slowly.
“There’s a theory I’ve had… since I changed.”
He waited.
“I’ve seen infected who don’t fully turn. You know that. Like me. Some can control it. Some can’t. But now I think it’s not just about the virus.”
She looked at Y/N.
“It’s about who you are when it finds you.”
---
Si-eun didn’t understand.
Nam-ra continued.
“I’ve seen it happen. People who are scared, angry, violent—they lose control fast. But people who are still fighting… who have something to hold onto…”
She looked him in the eyes.
“They change slower. Or differently.”
Si-eun’s hands trembled. “So… she could be immune?”
“Not immune. Not fully.”
“Then what?”
Nam-ra whispered, “She could be resistant.”
---
Y/N stirred. Her lips moved.
“…Si-eun…”
He rushed to her side.
“I’m here. I’m here.”
Her eyes opened—barely. “You stayed.”
“Always.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
Nam-ra watched silently.
---
Cheong-san burst through the door.
“They’re coming through. We need to go—now!”
Nam-ra stood. “I’ll carry the supplies. We’ll keep giving her the serum as we go.”
Si-eun lifted Y/N carefully.
She leaned into his chest. Still breathing. Still here.
Nam-ra grabbed the makeshift cooler.
“Every six hours,” she said. “This could buy us days. Maybe more.”
Cheong-san nodded. “What happens after that?”
Nam-ra looked down.
“Then it’s up to her.”
---
THREE HOURS LATER
They moved to the east wing—what was left of it.
Fire in the halls. Blood on the desks. Silence behind the screams.
The group held tight. Dae-su limped. Woo-jin leaned on On-jo. Y/N was conscious now, weak but alive.
Si-eun never let her go.
Nam-ra monitored her constantly. Checked her temperature. Her pulse. Her eyes.
“The veins have slowed,” she said once. “But they’re not gone.”
“Will they?” Si-eun asked.
“I don’t know.”
Y/N whispered, “Don’t lie to him.”
Nam-ra blinked.
Y/N smiled faintly. “Tell him the truth.”
Nam-ra looked at Si-eun.
“The truth is… her body’s fighting. But we don’t know what that means yet.”
---
That night, they reached the gym again. It was still wrecked. Blood dried on the floor. But for now—it was shelter.
Si-eun laid Y/N down beside the fire pit they built.
Nam-ra sat across from them, deep in thought.
“I’ve been studying this since Hyosan,” she said quietly.
Everyone turned.
“There were others like me. Partial infections. But only some survived. Some lost themselves. I think the virus mutates depending on the host.”
Dae-su said, “So you’re saying… it’s not just random?”
Nam-ra nodded. “No. It’s personal.”
She looked at Y/N again.
“She has a reason to fight. That’s stronger than any cure I can make.”
---
Y/N reached for Si-eun’s hand.
He took it.
Her voice was soft. “If I change…”
“You won’t.”
“But if I do—”
“I’ll save you,” he said, voice steady. “Even if it kills me.”
She closed her eyes.
“Then I’ll fight. Until the end.”
He leaned down, kissing her forehead.
“And after that,” he whispered. “We’ll still find each other.”
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Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30(END)
CHAPTER 24: "I’ll Save You, Even If It Kills Me"
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
The world was fire and steel.
Blood on the gym floor. Screams bouncing off the high ceilings. The air tasted like rust and smoke. Gwi-nam was everywhere—grinning, lunging, slamming bodies into walls like they were paper.
And then—
A blur of silver.
Si-eun tackled him.
They crashed through the storage room doors in a violent tangle, metal shelves toppling around them.
“SI-EUN!” Y/N screamed.
He didn’t look back.
He couldn’t.
Because Gwi-nam was already swinging again.
---
Y/N stumbled to her feet, every muscle screaming. Her infected arm burned. Her lungs ached. But her eyes—her eyes never left that broken door.
Nam-ra held her back. “You can’t—”
“I’m not letting him die!”
“Then you’ll both die!”
Y/N shoved past her.
Behind her, the others fought the incoming zombies. Cheong-san yelling orders. Woo-jin bleeding from the side. On-jo reloading a nail gun with shaking fingers.
But Y/N only saw him.
Si-eun.
The boy who had held her when she was breaking.
The boy who had stayed even when she was turning.
She gripped the bloodied bat tighter.
She wasn’t going to lose him now.
---
INSIDE THE STORAGE ROOM
The room was chaos. Crates shattered. Supplies crushed. Gwi-nam pinned Si-eun against the wall, one hand around his throat.
“You’re annoying,” he hissed.
Si-eun’s fingers clawed at the grip. He kicked—but Gwi-nam didn’t budge.
“You think you matter to her?” Gwi-nam sneered. “She’s already gone. You’re just wasting time.”
Si-eun spat blood. “She’s... still her.”
Gwi-nam lifted him higher. “Then die with her.”
CRACK!
The bat slammed into the back of Gwi-nam’s skull.
Y/N.
Breathless. Eyes wide. Swinging again.
He turned just in time for another hit—right across the jaw.
He stumbled.
Si-eun dropped, coughing.
Y/N threw herself between them.
“Get up,” she panted. “We’re getting out of here.”
“I told you not to follow—”
“And I told you I wasn’t leaving you.”
---
Gwi-nam growled. His eye twitched. Blood ran down his face—but he didn’t stop. He never stopped.
“Cute,” he said. “Let’s die together, then.”
He charged.
Si-eun yanked Y/N aside and rolled into a shelf. It crashed over Gwi-nam, burying him in boxes of broken tools.
“RUN!” Si-eun shouted.
They bolted from the room.
---
The school was crumbling. Fire from the chemistry lab licked up the walls. The ceiling creaked above them.
They raced down the hallway—dodging rubble, zombies, falling tiles.
Y/N stumbled.
Si-eun caught her instantly.
“I’m slowing you down,” she gasped.
He didn’t let go. “You’re the reason I’m still running.”
Another roar echoed behind them.
Gwi-nam. Unstoppable.
Y/N’s legs were shaking. Her vision blurred.
“I can’t—”
Si-eun turned to her.
“Look at me.”
She did.
“I’m not losing you. Not here. Not now.”
He pulled her close. Pressed his forehead against hers.
“You saved me once,” he whispered. “Now let me save you.”
Then—he lifted her.
Carried her through the smoke.
Even when she screamed for him to put her down.
Even when the flames danced around them.
He kept running.
---
THE LIBRARY
They burst through the old double doors. Si-eun placed her gently behind an overturned table.
Her breath came fast.
“You shouldn’t—”
“I’d rather die than let you go.”
He turned, grabbed a jagged metal rod from the floor.
The door behind them crashed open.
Gwi-nam entered. Bloodied. Laughing.
“You’re so predictable, Si-eun.”
Si-eun stepped forward.
“No,” he said. “I’m just stubborn.”
They clashed.
Metal against bone. Flesh against fury.
Si-eun fought harder than ever before. Every move precise. Every step measured.
Y/N tried to stand. To help.
But her body wouldn’t move.
“Come on,” she whispered to herself. “Get up. Get up—”
But her vision darkened. Her body convulsed once. Twice.
The infection was winning.
---
Si-eun didn’t notice.
He couldn’t.
He was bleeding now. A gash above his brow. Bruises blooming on his ribs.
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30(END)
CHAPTER 23: "The Final Stand"
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
The wind shifted.
Not just in the air—but in the way the world *felt.* Like something was crawling through the cracks of the walls, brushing past their skin, whispering in their ears.
Nam-ra froze near the window of the science building, her body going unnaturally still.
“They’re coming,” she whispered.
On-jo paused. “Zombies?”
Nam-ra shook her head slowly.
“No.”
Not just zombies.
Him.
---
Woo-jin’s hands tightened around the makeshift axe he’d crafted. “You mean…”
Nam-ra turned toward the hallway, her voice low and sure.
“Gwi-nam.”
A silence fell over the group.
Si-eun’s fingers immediately curled protectively around Y/N’s wrist.
She flinched faintly—but he noticed.
Still infected. Still fighting it. But they hadn’t told the others yet.
And there was no time now.
Because before anyone could move—
A screech echoed through the halls.
Not a zombie.
Something worse.
---
“CHEONG-SAAAN!”
The scream slammed into them like a thunderclap.
Si-eun’s eyes widened.
Cheong-san—who had been checking the perimeter—rushed back into the room, face pale, breathing hard.
Si-eun and Cheong-san fought like they’d trained for this day. Si-eun used speed—dodging, cutting with sharp, calculated movements. Cheong-san fought brutally—using fists, elbows, anything he could find.
But Gwi-nam didn’t bleed like normal.
Didn’t fall like normal.
He just kept coming.
Nam-ra joined the fight again, driving a rod into Gwi-nam’s side—he didn’t flinch. He grinned.
“You’re all so weak now.”
“Then why are you still so alone?” Cheong-san snapped.
That made him pause.
Just for a second.
---
Outside the hallway, chaos erupted.
Zombies flooded through the destroyed wall behind Gwi-nam—drawn to the noise, the blood, the violence.
On-jo and Woo-jin tried to block the doors. Dae-su covered them with a chair leg.
Y/N stood near the stairwell exit, arm aching, vision blurring. Her breath came short.
The infection… it was spreading.
But she couldn’t collapse now.
Not when Si-eun was still fighting.
Not when he kept looking back to check if she was okay.
---
“RUN!” Cheong-san shouted. “We can’t beat him here!”
“We fall back to the gym!” Si-eun barked.
Nam-ra nodded. “We hold him there.”
Y/N staggered but moved with them, gripping the wall.
Gwi-nam chased like a storm.
Down the hall. Through the smoke. Over the bodies.
His laugh echoed behind them.
“You think you can escape me again, Cheong-saaaan?!”
---
THE GYM
They slammed the doors shut behind them.
Barricaded it with equipment—benches, crates, everything.
But they knew it wouldn’t hold.
Not for long.
Y/N leaned against the wall, sweating. Her arm pulsed like it was on fire. Si-eun stood beside her, panting, trying not to look at how pale she was.
Cheong-san clutched his side—bleeding.
Nam-ra bled from her temple.
Everyone was breaking.
“We make our last stand here,” Si-eun said.
Dae-su swallowed. “Then let’s make it count.”
---
**BOOM.**
The doors shook.
**BOOM.**
Cracks formed.
Y/N stepped forward, blade in hand.
Si-eun grabbed her wrist. “You can’t.”
“I have to,” she whispered.
“You’re hurt—”
She looked up at him, eyes burning. “Then let me protect you… before I can’t.”
He stared at her—heart caught between breaking and burning.
Wanted to stop her. Wanted to hold her back.
But he saw it in her face.
The fear.
The fire.
He swallowed hard.
And nodded.
Just once.
---
The doors burst open.
Gwi-nam stormed in, rage painting his face like war paint.
He charged.
They met him head on.
Nam-ra first—taking the hit.
Cheong-san tackled him.
Si-eun drove a blade into his side.
Y/N—despite her fading strength—stabbed from behind, twisting upward.
He screamed.
But kept fighting.
---
It was a blur of blood, steel, screams.
Bodies slammed into bleachers.
Blood soaked the floor.
Woo-jin was nearly thrown into a wall—but Dae-su caught him.
On-jo dragged Nam-ra out from under a fallen bench.
And in the middle—
Si-eun stood over Y/N, shielding her, blade in hand.
She was on the ground now—breathing hard, teeth clenched.
Gwi-nam looked at her, laughed.
“Looks like you’re already turning.”
Si-eun’s eyes burned. “Shut up.”
“Ohhh… she didn’t tell them, huh?” Gwi-nam grinned, limping toward them. “But I can smell it. The infection. It’s eating her alive.”
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30(END)
CHAPTER 22: “Don’t Leave Me Behind”
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
The rain started again that morning.
Not the kind that washed away filth or gave life to dying trees, but the cold, brittle kind—barely mist, barely real. Like a whisper from the sky that something worse was coming.
Y/N sat alone on the windowsill of an old classroom. Her bandaged arm lay heavy in her lap, hidden beneath the sleeve of a borrowed jacket. From this high up, she could see the collapsed roof of another building, the broken fence beyond the courtyard, the way the world kept ending quietly.
Behind her, the group moved like ghosts. Woo-jin cleaning a blade. On-jo picking through their remaining food. Nam-ra… always watching.
But Si-eun hadn’t come out yet.
He’d barely spoken to her since the night before.
And she knew why.
He suspected something.
---
“Where’s Si-eun?” Dae-su asked, carrying a metal pan scraped with old rice.
“Upstairs,” On-jo said. “Didn’t sleep much.”
Nam-ra’s eyes flicked toward the hallway.
Y/N tried not to flinch under the attention.
She stood slowly, muttering an excuse about needing air, and slipped into the hallway, her footsteps soft against cracked tile.
The hallway was cold. Her breath fogged faintly. Her fingers twitched, not from the chill—but from something deeper now. A tightness in her chest. A heat in her wrist. A sharp throb behind her eyes.
She knew it wouldn’t be long.
She turned a corner.
And stopped.
Because Si-eun was standing there—arms crossed, back against the wall—waiting.
Like he knew she’d come.
Like he’d been waiting all morning.
His eyes locked onto hers.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Hey,” she said softly, trying to smile.
He didn’t smile back.
---
“Can we talk?” he asked.
Y/N hesitated. “Of course.”
“Somewhere no one else can hear.”
Her pulse jumped. “Okay…”
They moved down another hallway, quiet and slow, past shattered windows and blood-streaked lockers, until they reached an old nurse’s office. The cot was broken. The medicine cabinets looted. But it was private.
He shut the door behind them gently.
Then turned to face her.
“Y/N,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “what’s wrong with you?”
Her breath caught. “What—”
“Don’t lie.”
She blinked. “I’m not—”
“Yes, you are.”
She opened her mouth.
Closed it again.
His voice trembled now. “You think I don’t notice? The way you barely eat? How you avoid everyone? How you flinch when I touch your hand? You think I don’t see how pale you’ve gotten?”
“I’m just tired.”
“Stop.”
She took a step back.
“I said stop lying.”
---
It was quiet—so quiet she could hear the tick of water dripping from the sink in the corner. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears.
“I…” she started, but her voice cracked.
He took a step forward. “You think I wouldn’t notice the way you guard your left arm? Always keeping your sleeve down. Always turning that side away from me.”
She looked down. “Si-eun…”
“Let me see it.”
“What?”
“Your arm. Show me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“I said no!”
It burst out of her—a snap, a defense, a plea.
But he didn’t flinch.
Instead, he whispered:
“Are you infected?”
---
The world stopped.
Y/N stared at him, wide-eyed, frozen.
“No,” she breathed.
“Then show me.”
“I don’t—”
“Show me!”
His voice cracked.
She took a shaky step backward.
Then another.
But there was nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
Her back hit the wall.
He stepped closer.
She shook her head. “You don’t understand.”
“I do.”
“You’ll hate me.”
“I could never.”
She swallowed hard. Her throat ached. Her hand trembled.
“Please,” he said again, softer now. “Let me see.”
---
Her eyes stung.
Slowly, she reached up and pulled back her sleeve.
Unwound the fabric.
And showed him.
The scratch was worse than before—angry red ringed in black, veins like ink cracks branching toward her wrist. The skin was swollen. Warm. Wrong.
Si-eun’s face didn’t change.
But his eyes…
His eyes broke.
“You lied to me.”
“I had to.”
“No, you didn’t.”
She pulled her arm back and turned away, wiping at her face.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” she whispered.
“You’re not one of them.”
“Not yet.”
“You won’t be.”
“You don’t know that.”
---
She faced him now—eyes red, voice hoarse.
“I can feel it,” she said. “Inside me. Every hour, it spreads more. I’m trying to fight it, but it’s like something crawling under my skin. And I’m scared, Si-eun. I’ve never been this scared.”
His throat bobbed.
“I didn’t want to tell you,” she continued, “because I didn’t want to lose what little time we had left. I just wanted one more day. One more night beside you. One more second where you looked at me like I wasn’t already gone.”
“You’re not gone,” he said firmly.
“You don’t get it!”
“Then help me understand!”
---
She stepped closer, fury breaking through the fear.
“You want me to say it? Fine! I’m infected. I’m changing. Every part of me hurts. I’m so tired I can barely stand. And worst of all—I hate myself for not telling you the second it happened. But I didn’t. Because I love you. And I was selfish.”
Si-eun looked stunned.
The words hit like bricks.
“I love you,” she said again, voice shattering. “But I didn’t want you to watch me die.”
He stepped forward—slowly, like moving toward a wild animal.
“You saved my life,” he said quietly. "You got scratched and I didn’t even know... If I could turn back time, I swear—I wouldn’t have let that thing get anywhere near you."
“No. I chose that.”
“I should’ve protected you.”
“Don’t say that.”
“I should’ve—”
“Stop!”
---
She fell to her knees.
All strength gone.
She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Just sobbed into her hands—guttural, raw, exposed.
Si-eun knelt beside her instantly, pulling her into his arms.
“I’m sorry,” she wept. “I’m so sorry.”
He held her tighter.
“No,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. For not seeing it sooner. For not protecting you better.”
She shook her head violently.
“Listen to me,” he said, his voice thick. “You are not alone in this. You never were. And I’m not leaving you behind. Ever.”
---
She pulled back, eyes searching his.
“You can’t save me.”
“Maybe not.”
“Then why stay?”
“Because you’re all I have left.”
Her heart split clean in two.
He rested his forehead against hers.
“You once told me I was your safe place,” he whispered. “Now let me be yours.”
---
For a moment, everything was still. The world beyond them, the chaos, the infection—none of it mattered.
She leaned into him, her breath trembling against his skin. Their fingers found each other, slow and uncertain at first, then tightening, palm to palm, knuckles brushing like they were memorizing every ridge and curve.
“I’m scared,” she breathed, voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. “But you don’t have to be alone in it.”
His other hand came up to gently cradle her face, warm and steady. She closed her eyes at his touch, letting herself feel it—the quiet reverence, the way he held her like she was something fragile, something precious.
“I don't care what happens tomorrow,” he said, voice thick with something deeper than fear. “Right now, I just want this.”
Then he kissed her.
Soft at first, like a question. But she answered with her lips, with the way she melted into him, fingers threading through his hair as though she’d fall apart if she let go.
Their hands stayed clasped between them, thumbs brushing, breath mingling.
It wasn’t rushed—it was desperate and gentle all at once, like they were trying to pour a thousand unspoken words into every movement, every touch.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, forehead still resting against his. Her eyes glistened, but she was smiling—just barely, like it surprised her that she still could.
“I think,” she whispered, “you might still be my safe place.”
He exhaled a quiet laugh, nose brushing hers. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
---
LATER
The others noticed the shift.
Si-eun wouldn’t leave her side.
Y/N stopped hiding her bandaged arm.
Nam-ra’s eyes followed them everywhere—but said nothing.
The truth hadn’t been shared. Not yet.
But it would.
Soon.
And when it did, they’d have to face what came next.
---
That night, in the nurse’s office, they lay curled together on the old cot.
Si-eun whispered stories to her—ones from before the outbreak. About boring days in class. About stolen snacks. About her laugh echoing off the hallway tiles.
She didn’t speak much.
Her head ached.
Her arm pulsed.
But she was warm in his arms.
She was safe.
For now.
“I’m still me,” she whispered, half-asleep.
“You always will be.”
“Even when I’m not?”
“Even then.”
---
And just before she drifted off, she murmured:
“Promise me…”
“Anything.”
“If I turn… if I hurt anyone…”
“No.”
“Si-eun—”
“I said no.”
She blinked weakly. “But—”
“I won’t promise to kill you. I won’t ever.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
“But I will promise this,” he said.
“I’ll love you… until your last breath. And long after.”
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
ARC 1 (CHAPTER 10), ARC 2 (CHAPTER 20)
ARC 3: CH. 21, CH. 22, CH. 23, CH. 24, CH. 25,
CH. 26, CH. 27, CH. 28, CH. 29, CH. 30(END)
CHAPTER 21: “Infected Love”
THIRD PERSON'S POV
---
The air inside the abandoned school had grown colder, quieter, as if even the walls knew something was wrong.
Y/N sat at the far end of the hallway, watching rain tap against a cracked window. Her arm throbbed beneath the bandage, but she didn't dare look at it again. Not now. Not when Si-eun kept glancing her way with that unreadable look in his eyes.
She hated lying to him.
But what choice did she have?
If she told them... told him...
What if they turned on her?
What if he did?
---
Si-eun paced by the opposite wall, his arms crossed tightly, jaw clenched. Something was eating at him. It had been for days now.
Y/N was quieter. Slower. Her jokes had faded. Her smile was fainter. And her body moved with a stiffness he couldn't ignore.
He remembered how she fought that night.
How she saved him.
But since then...
He'd seen her flinch.
He'd seen her wince when she thought no one was looking.
And most of all, he'd seen the way she kept her left arm close to her body. Guarded.
Too guarded.
---
"She's not the same," Nam-ra said bluntly as she stood beside Si-eun. They were near the stairwell, voices low.
"I know," he admitted.
Nam-ra watched Y/N from afar. Her eyes were calculating, cautious. "If it's what I think it is... you need to be ready."
Si-eun didn't respond.
Because deep down, he knew too.
But he wasn't ready.
He never would be.
---
That night, the group rested in the old gym. Torn mats, faded lines on the wooden floor, shattered windows. Everything was quiet, save for the occasional groan of the wind.
Y/N sat alone in a corner. Her sleeve was damp with sweat. Her vision blurred. Her fingers tingled.
She bit her lip, steadying her breath.
"Stay in control," she whispered.
She unwrapped the bandage briefly, just to check.
The veins were darker now.
Thicker.
Like something was crawling under her skin.
She almost threw up.
---
Footsteps.
She covered it up fast.
Si-eun stood there, a few feet away, holding a bottle of water. "You haven't eaten."
She forced a smile. "Lost my appetite."
He didn't laugh. Didn't smile back.
He knelt in front of her. "You're not okay."
"Si-eun-"
"You flinched when I touched your arm earlier. You barely speak. You barely look at me."
Y/N looked away.
He reached forward, gently brushing his fingers against hers.
"Talk to me."
Her throat tightened.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
She met his eyes.
And for the first time, they were filled with fear.
"Because I don't want to lose you."
His breath caught.
Something twisted in his chest.
Y/N stood, stepping back. "I just need sleep."
He didn't stop her.
Because he knew he couldn't force her to tell him.
But his heart was already cracking.
Because something was wrong.
And he didn't know how to save her from it.
---
That night, he sat awake, eyes fixed on her sleeping form.
She clutched her arm in her sleep.
Twitched.
Muttered things he couldn't hear.
He swallowed hard.
And for the first time since the outbreak, Yeon Si-eun felt powerless.
He couldn't fight what he couldn't see.
He couldn't protect her from a secret she refused to share.
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
After everything—the red rain, the gunfire, the running—it was a miracle the group had even found sleep. Nam-ra had taken watch by the door, her eyes sharp, movements minimal. Woo-jin was patching his arm in the corner with On-jo’s help. Dae-su and the others rested under frayed blankets, their breaths slow and steady.
Si-eun lay beside Y/N, one arm wrapped gently around her waist, the other tangled with her fingers.
The ache of the day still hung between them, but for now, the silence was warm.
Safe.
Real.
Or so it seemed.
---
A metallic clang echoed through the warehouse walls.
Si-eun’s eyes snapped open. His instincts flared. Something wasn’t right.
“I thought it was the wind,” Woo-jin muttered, half-asleep.
“No,” she said coldly. “That was steel bending.”
Then came another noise.
Not a clang. But a crack.
Wood splintering. Followed by low, wet snarls that made everyone freeze.
“They’re here,” Nam-ra whispered.
Before anyone could react—
CRAAASH!
A section of the warehouse door caved inward, metal crunching, wood bursting apart. Shadows moved in the dark — fast, twitchy, rabid.
Four. No, five. No—
Too many.
Zombies spilled in through the opening, limbs jerking unnaturally, eyes blood-red and locked onto flesh. Their screams tore through the space like knives.
“MOVE!” Si-eun barked.
On-jo shrieked, diving behind a crate. Dae-su grabbed a rusty pipe and swung hard, knocking one across the head. The impact echoed like a bell, but the zombie didn’t even flinch.
“WHAT THE—?!”
“THEY’RE STRONGER!” Nam-ra shouted, already charging into the horde. She stabbed one in the throat with a broken rod, black blood splattering her face.
Y/N was already up, knife in hand, but her grip trembled. Si-eun saw it. He stepped in front of her—too late.
One pounced. Straight for her throat.
She rolled, slammed her knee into its gut, stabbed it three times in the chest—stab, stab, stab—until it finally dropped. But behind her, another crawled over debris.
“Y/N, BEHIND YOU!”
She spun—
Too late.
Claws slashed down, raking across her forearm before she stabbed it in the jaw. The blade cracked through bone with a sickening crunch.
The zombie collapsed.
So did she—onto her knees, gasping.
Si-eun ran over, eyes wide. “Are you hurt?!”
“I—I’m okay—” she said quickly, shoving her sleeve down. “I got it.”
More were coming. Two more broke through the left wall—one dragging its own intestine, the other twitching violently.
“Fall back to the exit!” Nam-ra barked.
Dae-su and Woo-jin grabbed On-jo, pushing through the back hallway. Si-eun pulled Y/N up, keeping her close.
But just then—
Another zombie leapt from a dark corner, aiming for Si-eun’s neck.
“NO!” Y/N screamed, yanking him back.
They both stumbled into crates, crashing hard.
Si-eun groaned, knife slipping from his grip.
The zombie lunged again.
This time Y/N stood between it and him, catching its arm, holding it back with every ounce of strength. Its drool dripped onto her face as she screamed, twisting her blade up into its skull.
It dropped.
So did she.
Si-eun stared at her in disbelief.
“You… you saved me.”
“I said I’m not leaving you again,” she breathed, voice hoarse.
---
When the last zombie fell, the warehouse was a blood-soaked mess.
Breathing was all anyone could do.
Y/N stood slowly, hiding her trembling hand, her blood-soaked sleeve.
She didn’t flinch.
She just smiled faintly and whispered, “We’re alive.”
Si-eun believed her.
But the scratch hidden beneath her sleeve whispered otherwise.
---
LATER THAT NIGHT
The group had moved again—this time to a small abandoned school building tucked behind a hill, shielded by collapsed concrete walls. The sky was graying. The wind was sharp. But they were alive.
Y/N sat in the corner of a dim classroom, far from the rest.
Her sleeve was rolled down. Her arm pulsed.
The scratch was no longer bleeding.
But it stung.
She unwrapped the thin fabric she used to cover it. The skin was red. Inflamed.
Her breath caught.
This wasn’t just a cut.
It was… something else.
---
Footsteps approached.
She quickly covered it.
Si-eun sat beside her, quietly.
“You’ve been quiet,” he said softly.
She smiled faintly. “Just tired.”
He nodded. “You were brave back there.”
“I was stupid.”
“You saved us. Again.”
She looked at him then.
And for a second, her smile faded.
She wanted to tell him.
To show him.
But his eyes were so soft. So full of hope.
She couldn’t.
---
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he whispered.
She looked down. “Yeah.”
He gently took her hand. “Let’s try to rest. Tomorrow… we move again.”
She nodded.
But sleep didn’t come for her.
Only pain.
And fear.
---
The next day was different.
Y/N walked slower.
She smiled less.
She flinched at loud sounds, blinked longer, breathed heavier.
Si-eun noticed.
But didn’t speak.
Not yet.
“Are you okay?” he asked once, casually.
She smiled. “Just tired.”
He nodded.
But inside—he knew something was off.
Something was… wrong.
---
Nam-ra watched her too.
Eyes narrowed.
Not judgmental.
Not cruel.
Just… calculating.
Like she’d seen this before.
Like she knew.
Y/N felt it—every look. Every second.
And it scared her more than the scratch itself.
---
Later that evening, Y/N slipped behind the school and unwrapped her arm again.
The veins near the scratch had darkened slightly. Not black. Not fully spread.
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Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
But its echo lingered-dripping from leaves, pooling in muddy corners, soaking through worn-out shoes. The warehouse the group found was broken, battered, and smelled like rust, but for now, it was safe.
Safe enough to breathe.
Safe enough to feel.
Si-eun sat by Y/N's side, one hand wrapped gently around hers. She was resting on an old, blood-stained cot, her wound stitched with trembling hands and hope. Her skin was still pale, but warmer now. Her breathing was steady.
She was alive.
But barely.
---
Everyone else had fallen asleep-Nam-ra curled by the door, Woo-jin slouched against a crate, On-jo and Dae-su huddled under a torn blanket.
Si-eun didn't move. Didn't blink.
He just watched her.
Watched the slow rise and fall of her chest. Watched the faint twitch in her fingers. Watched the dried blood on her lips and the smear across her cheek.
He hadn't let go of her since he carried her in.
He wasn't going to.
---
Y/N stirred slightly.
Then, softly, "Are you... still staring at me?"
His throat tightened. "You're awake."
"Unfortunately." She gave a weak smile. "That means I survived."
"You did," he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open, cloudy but focused. "How long was I out?"
"Ten hours."
"Ten?" Her brows furrowed. "Did I miss anything?"
He shook his head. "Just rain. And silence."
She turned her head slowly toward him, voice quieter now. "Si-eun..."
He looked down.
"I almost died."
"I know."
Her eyes glistened. "Were you scared?"
He laughed softly. But it wasn't happy. It was hoarse. Raw. "I've never been that scared in my life."
---
There was a pause.
The kind that stretched long, like the space between lightning and thunder. The kind that only existed after surviving something unspeakable.
Then she whispered, "You stayed?"
He gave her a look.
"Stupid question," she muttered.
Si-eun squeezed her hand gently. "You're the only thing that makes this hell worth surviving."
Y/N's chest ached-not from the wound, but from how his voice cracked. From how broken he sounded.
"Hey," she whispered. "Come here."
He hesitated. Then leaned closer, resting his forehead against hers.
"Close your eyes," she murmured.
"Why?”
"So I can pretend we're not in a war zone for a second."
---
They stayed like that for a while. Breathing. Silent.
Then Y/N softly asked, "Do you ever think about what comes after?"
Si-eun pulled back slightly, confused. "After?"
"After all this. The virus. The soldiers. The running. Do you think we'll make it?"
He didn't answer right away.
Then: "Sometimes. Not always. But when I do... you're there."
She blinked.
"We're sitting in a classroom again. The bell rings. You're late, as usual. You crash into the room, panting, grinning like an idiot. Everyone stares. You don't care."
Y/N laughed weakly. "Sounds about right."
Si-eun smiled faintly. "And then you sit beside me and pass me a note that says, 'Wanna ditch class?'"
"Did I?"
"Yeah. I didn't go. But I smiled for the rest of the day."
---
Her eyes softened. "I miss that."
"What?"
"You. Me. Before. When everything was simpler. When the biggest problem we had was that stupid math quiz."
Si-eun's hand trembled slightly. "You were always louder than everyone. But when you laughed... it made everything feel normal."
"And you were always too serious. Like the world was ending every time you got a B."
"I liked things to be perfect."
"And I liked messing them up."
He laughed again-quieter this time. "You still do."
---
Then she turned her face toward him. "Can I ask something kind of stupid?"
He nodded.
"If we survive this... what would our lives look like?"
Si-eun's breath hitched.
She looked up at the broken roof above them. "Would we go back to school? Try to be normal? Or would we just... run?"
He didn't respond immediately. But then-
"I think... I'd want to finish school. But only if you're there."
"Even if I keep skipping?"
"Especially then. Someone has to keep dragging you back."
She smiled faintly.
"And then?"
He met her eyes. "Then... we graduate. Maybe leave Hyosan. Go somewhere quiet. Just us. Somewhere with no alarms. No monsters."
"No Gwi-nam."
"No pain."
---
Y/N was quiet for a long moment.
Then, softly: "Would we still be... together?"
Si-eun looked down at her hand in his.
"I hope so."
"Even if I'm a burden?"
"You're not."
"But I got hurt. Slowed us down."
"You're alive."
"I could've died-"
"You didn't."
His voice was louder now.
"You didn't die. You were brave. You ran so we could live. And I..." His jaw clenched. "I've never hated myself more than when I heard you scream."
She blinked. "You hate yourself?"
"I let you go."
Y/N shook her head, weak but firm. "No. You let me choose. That's love, Si-eun."
---
He looked down again.
"I thought I lost you. And the only thing I could think was-I never told you what I wanted."
She gently traced her thumb over his knuckles.
"Then tell me now."
He looked at her.
"I want mornings with you. Not running. Not hiding. Just... coffee. Or tea. You stealing my hoodie. You annoying me during my study time."
She grinned. "Sounds like a dream."
"I want the life we never got the chance to live."
---
Y/N blinked back tears. "I want that too."
The warehouse creaked around them. The others still slept.
And for once-just once-time felt like it stood still.
---
Si-eun reached into his pocket.
Pulled out something small.
A folded piece of paper.
Y/N squinted. "What's that?"
He handed it to her.
She opened it.
It was a schedule. Their old school class timetable.
Math. Lit. Physics. Lunch. Gym.
A memory.
A wish.
And scribbled across the bottom in messy handwriting:
> "Let's finish this someday.
> Before the bell rings."
---
Y/N stared at it, eyes wide.
"You kept this?"
He nodded. "Ever since the first outbreak."
"Why?"
"Because it reminded me that we were just kids once. That we weren't supposed to be soldiers. Or survivors. Or broken."
She folded the paper slowly and placed it over her heart.
"We're still kids," she whispered.
"Then let's promise each other something."
She looked at him.
"If we survive this... we live. Really live. No fear. No regrets."
Y/N nodded.
"Promise."
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
Then her nose.
Then finally her lips.
---
It wasn't desperate.
It wasn't frantic.
It was gentle. Real.
A kiss that whispered: We made it this far. We can go further.
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse • Romance • Thriller • Drama •
Crossover Fanfiction (Weak Hero Class 1 × All of Us Are Dead)
Story Description:
One second, they were just students. The next, they were survivors.
What began as an ordinary school day turns into a nightmare of blood, chaos, and choices no teenager should ever have to make. As the outbreak consumes everything familiar, two hearts beat louder than the terror outside.
Love wasn’t supposed to be a weapon—but maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
Just a mist. A drizzle tapping gently on the leaves overhead. It felt almost peaceful.
Almost.
Y/N leaned into Si-eun’s side as they crouched under the thick brush near the abandoned highway, eyes scanning the dark path ahead. Their clothes were still damp from the underground tunnels. Their group was tired. Hungry. Fractured.
But still breathing.
Woo-jin wiped his blade clean. “Two more hours, and we reach the outskirts of the city. There might be an evacuation zone.”
“If it’s real,” Nam-ra added bitterly.
Si-eun didn’t speak.
Y/N glanced up at him. His eyes were sharp, scanning the tree line, but there was something heavier behind them. The kind of weight that came from too many losses, too many decisions, and not enough time to grieve.
“We’ll make it,” she whispered.
He nodded, but said nothing.
---
THE AMBUSH
They reached the broken highway by midday, sticking to the forest line.
And that’s when the gunshot rang out.
*BANG!*
Dae-su screamed.
Y/N ducked.
“GET DOWN!” Woo-jin yelled, dragging On-jo behind a broken signpost.
More shots followed—sharp, military-precise.
“Soldiers!” Nam-ra hissed. “They found us!”
But then came the second sound—
Screeching.
From the east. Dozens of infected, attracted by the noise.
Zombies.
From both sides.
Si-eun's eyes widened.
“It’s a trap,” he muttered. “They’re herding us.”
Woo-jin gritted his teeth. “The bastards didn’t want to rescue us… They wanted to wipe us out.”
---
The group scattered.
Y/N grabbed Si-eun’s hand and ran. Trees whipped past them. Bullets tore bark.
Screams echoed in the chaos — some human, some not.
Dae-su was limping. On-jo helped him forward.
Nam-ra took the lead, barreling through the brush like a force of nature.
But the rain got heavier.
The ground slickened.
And the infected were too close.
“Up the hill!” Woo-jin shouted. “There’s a structure—old ranger outpost!”
They sprinted.
---
INSIDE THE OUTPOST
The building was barely standing. One door. Three broken windows. No electricity.
But it was shelter.
Barely.
They slammed the door shut just as the infected swarmed outside.
Y/N pressed her back against it, panting.
“We can’t hold this for long,” Nam-ra said. “They’ll break through.”
“I’ll block the windows,” Si-eun said, already moving.
Y/N grabbed nearby planks and helped him board the windows as Woo-jin pushed a shelf in front of the door.
Gyeong-su was shaking. “How are there so many?!”
“They’re following the soldiers,” On-jo said. “Like bait…”
Si-eun cursed under his breath.
“They’re not just watching us anymore,” he said. “They’re hunting us.”
---
The rain fell harder.
Thicker.
Darker.
Red-tinted water poured through the broken ceiling. Blood soaked mud outside.
Red rain.
Y/N stared through a crack in the window.
Dozens of soldiers. Dozens of infected.
And behind them—
Gwi-nam.
Still alive.
Still smiling.
---
Y/N’s heart dropped. “Si-eun…”
He looked.
And froze.
Gwi-nam locked eyes with him through the storm. Then slowly lifted a finger… and pointed.
Right. At. Him.
---
“He knows we’re here,” Y/N whispered.
Woo-jin drew his knife. “Let them come.”
“No,” Si-eun said. “We need to escape.”
Nam-ra shook her head. “The only exit is that door—and Gwi-nam’s already walking this way.”
Y/N felt it—the panic. The dread. Rising like floodwater.
“I’ll distract them,” Woo-jin said.
“No,” Si-eun snapped. “That’s suicide.”
“I’ve done it before.”
“You’re not doing it again,” Y/N said firmly.
“Then what?!” Woo-jin snapped.
Silence.
Then—
“I’ll do it,” Y/N said.
---
“What?!” Si-eun turned to her, furious. “Absolutely not.”
“I’m faster than most of them. If I lead them south—”
“No.”
“Si-eun—”
He stepped forward, voice rising. “I just got you back.”
“And if I don’t go, none of us get out of this alive.”
He shook his head.
She placed a hand on his chest. “Trust me.”
His eyes wavered.
“You said I didn’t have to carry everything alone,” she whispered. “Let me do this for you.”
Si-eun stared at her.
Then finally…
He nodded.
---
Y/N would exit first, sprint through the trees, drawing attention.
The others would exit through the window once the horde followed her.
It was insane.
But they had no other choice.
Si-eun gripped her hand before she left.
“If anything happens to you…”
“It won’t,” she said. “You’ll see me again.”
He looked at her—really looked at her—as if memorizing her face.
Then he leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers.
“You’re the only person I trust in this world.”
She smiled.
“Then let me be your reason to survive.”
---
The door burst open.
Y/N ran.
The moment she hit the tree line, the infected roared after her.
Bullets fired—but she zigzagged through trees, vaulting over roots, heart pounding.
“Come on, you bastards,” she muttered. “Follow me…”
And they did.
Si-eun and the others exited through the broken window and bolted the opposite direction.
It was working.
Until it wasn’t.
---
Y/N slipped.
Her ankle twisted.
She crashed into the mud.
And before she could get up—
*BANG.*
A soldier shot.
Pain exploded in her side.
Not a fatal hit—but deep.
She screamed.
Si-eun heard it from across the hill.
“Y/N!!!”
He turned.
Ran back.
---
Y/N tried to crawl.
Tried to move.
Blood soaked her shirt. The rain stung. A zombie lunged—
And Si-eun tackled it.
He swung a rock, over and over and over until its skull caved in.
“Y/N!” he grabbed her face. “Stay with me!”
She was gasping. Shaking. Pale.
“You’re bleeding—”
“You… came back,” she whispered.
“Of course I did,” he choked. “I can’t lose you.”
---
Woo-jin and Nam-ra arrived seconds later.
“We have to move!” Woo-jin shouted. “They’re coming!”
“I’ll carry her,” Si-eun said, already lifting her into his arms.
She winced. “I’m heavy…”
He glared. “Shut up.”
She smiled weakly. “Still bossy…”
And then she passed out.
---
They made it to a warehouse deep in the forest.
Nam-ra stitched Y/N’s wound while Si-eun sat beside her, holding her hand, eyes wet.
She stirred awake hours later.
“Hey…” she whispered.
He looked up fast. “You’re okay…”
“Barely…”
“Don’t do that again.”
“No promises…”
He kissed her forehead, gripping her hand tighter than ever.
“I thought I lost you.”
“I told you I’d come back.”
He exhaled shakily.
“Never leave me again.”
“Only if you promise something.”
“What?”
“Stay with me. After all this. If there’s an after.”
