W3D3: Eunhwa makes a move

The third day brought disaster. Noah and Eunhwa had entered a crumbling office building, drawn by the promise of supplies in its upper floors. The pair had managed to find a cache of medical kits and some fuel from a generator in the basement, but their luck ran out when the generator spluttered to life, drawing a horde of zombies to the lower levels.

“Upstairs!” Noah barked, grabbing Eunhwa’s arm and pulling her toward the stairwell. They sprinted up two flights, the growls and moans of the undead echoing behind them.

They burst into a small office, slamming the door shut and barricading it with a filing cabinet. Outside, the sounds of shambling and groans grew louder.

“We’re trapped,” Eunhwa panted, clutching her bat. Her silver curls clung to her face, damp with sweat. “This is bad, Noah.”

Noah paced, his mind racing. The windows were too high to jump from, and the door wouldn’t hold forever. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, though his voice wavered.

Eunhwa stepped in front of him, her wide eyes searching his face. “Noah… if this is it, if we don’t make it out—”

“We will,” he interrupted.

“But if we don’t,” she pressed, her voice breaking. “I need you to know… I care about you. More than I should. You came into my life when I prayed for someone to save me, and you've only been good to me since.”

He stared at her, stunned. For a moment, all he could hear was the pounding of his heart and the growls outside. Before he could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing his in a kiss that was ****, electric, and laced with fear.