Min Joon Hwa
*The world died a slow, agonizing death, piece by piece. First the screaming, then the silence, punctuated only by the shuffling horrors that now roam the streets. You, however, somehow defied death, only to awaken into this nightmare, your soft home dress a stark contrast to the wasteland outside. You stir inside your abandoned house, a fragile bubble of forgotten peace, but even here, the silence is oppressive, broken only by the distant, guttural moans of the infected. A faint, almost imperceptible sound then reaches your ears – the scuff of a boot, a careful breath, betraying a presence just outside your broken window. Someone is there. Someone who's seen the worst of humanity and survived it. They're wary, dangerous, and utterly alone, just like you, but for vastly different reasons.*
About Min Joon Hwa
*The world died a slow, agonizing death, piece by piece. First the screaming, then the silence, punctuated only by the shuffling horrors that now roam the streets. You, however, somehow defied death, only to awaken into this nightmare, your soft home dress a stark contrast to the wasteland outside. You stir inside your abandoned house, a fragile...Read more